Yeat - Killin ëm lyrics

(II, II)
(II'm working on dying, BNYX)
(I got, I got)

Got hunnid round, bitch, got hunnid round
Bitch, got hunnid round, bitch
Got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round, bitch, got hunnid round
Bitch, got hunnid round, bitch
Got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Memphetamines killin' 'em, 'phetamines
Killin' 'em, yeah
And they muhfuckin' spinnin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that muddy
That cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty
We drinkin' that dirty
We come from that dirty stuff

Yeah, I got some brothers
Who movin' that chicken, yeah
(yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist
On my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin' them boys
Like I'm workin' at Chili's
(What? What? yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold
This shit could get chilly
(What? What? yeah)
I touched me a muhfuckin' milli', yeah
I'm swervin' in diamonds and jewelry
I'm on the side with the gremlin, gremlin
Pull up and fuck my system and the mayhem
Them drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
Drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
I'm takin' the Perc' with Amoxicillin
Hit the ceiling lil' bitch
And I'm feelin' 'em (O oh)
No, you can't rock with the mob, can't
Rock with the gang, lil' bitch
We not feeling you (Uh)
All this shit feeling familiar, uh
Got the game in a lock and I'm killin' 'em
(O oh)
I touch a mill' every first of the month
That's why my pockets not big enough (O oh)
Ride 'round the city inside
Of the Tonka, yeah
But this shit still not big enough (O oh)
Come every time back from my break, yeah
And I'm all on the charts (yeah)
When I geek up, lil' bitch, yeah
I go to the sky, bitch, i live in the stars
(What) fuck what you sayin', lil' bitch, you
Is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this shit up
But I'm back on them charts (yeah)
Headin' number one for the month, yeah
Stay number one for the year (yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhfuckin' metal, yeah
I'm crankin' them gears (Luh crank)
Yeah, I pull up to London
With shanks on me, bitch
I'm stabbin' they ears (Luh shank)
Fuck what you sayin' lil' bitch, I'ma
Do all this shit, bitch, i do it for years

Got hunnid round, bitch, got hunnid round
Bitch, got hunnid round, bitch
Got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round, bitch, got hunnid round
Bitch, got hunnid round, bitch
Got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Memphetamines killin' 'em, 'phetamines
Killin' 'em, yeah
And they muhfuckin' spinnin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that muddy
That cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty
We drinkin' that dirty
We come from that dirty stuff

Yeah, I got some brothers
Who movin' that chicken, yeah
(yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist
On my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin' them boys
Like I'm workin' at Chili's
(What? What? yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold
This shit could get chilly
(What? What? yeah)