Travis Barker, UnoTheActivist - Killer lyrics

Loose cannon
I think there's a killer on the loose
(Killer) loose screw
I think there's a sniper on the roof
(Sniper)
Uh, point that nigga out if he faker than you
Bitch, I got big diamonds, they
Dance like hula loop, um
(Hula) look at my wrist and it's bustin'
Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin
Choppa gon' hit 'em
I don't miss for nothin'
Ice on my neck and
It's chillin' like tundra
I get that bag then bury the money
All of my diamonds, that shit be a hundred
Touchin' my shit, man
I shoot at your brother (Shoot at your pops)
I got that choppa like I'm in the frontal
(O oh)

Yeah, I think there's a killer on the loose
(Killer) uh, she's a bird
Give me that long neck just like a goose
(Brr) uh, sippin' dirty, yeah
I do not ever sip on Goose (Dirty)
Yes, that's the word
I will put your face on a shirt (O oh)
Sippin' on liqour I annihilate
Take over the trap and eradicate it (Woah)
All of these bitches, they minute maid
Take off that chain like emancipation (O oh)
Bitch, I'ma ball like a cancer patient
Don't do respect with that estimation (O oh)
Bitch, I can't fuck with no destination
Sippin' that Act', bitch, I'm dedicated
(Dig)

Yeah, what? What? What?
(Travis, you killed it)

Loose cannon
I think there's a killer on the loose
(Killer) loose screw
I think there's a sniper on the roof
Uh, point that nigga out if he faker than you
Bitch, I got big diamonds, they
Dance like hula loop, um
(Dig) look at my wrist and it's bustin'
Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin
Choppa gon' hit 'em
I don't miss for nothin'
Ice on my neck and
It's chillin' like tundra
I get that bag, then bury the money
All of my diamonds, that shit be a hundred
Touchin' my shit, man
I shoot at your brother
I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal
(O oh)

Yeah, I think there's a killer on the roof
Um (Killer)
I just might have to put
Some bullets in that roof, um
Yeah, daughter asking, "Why you
Sleepin' in a suit?", um
(Daughter) yeah, all that ice cubes
How you end up in that loot? Um (Shit)
She popping three Perc' and she dazed
I pop a Addy, ain't sleepin' for days
Baby mama suckin' dick to get paid
Thinkin' she bad but she really basic (O oh)
We knew she suckin' that dick
She ain't brazy
But you lil' niggas ain't havin' no taste
Leavin' that salt, boy
You better be grateful
'Cause I got a shotty right under the table

Loose cannon
I think there's a killer on the loose (Dig)
Loose screw, I think there's a
Sniper on the roof, uh
Point that nigga out if he faker than you
Bitch, I got big diamonds, they
Dance like hula loop, um
Look at my wrist and it's bustin'
Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin
Choppa gon' hit 'em
I don't miss for nothin'
Ice on my neck and
It's chillin' like tundra
I get that bag, then bury the money
All of my diamonds, that shit be a hundred
Touchin' my shit, man
I shoot at your brother
I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal