Robb Bank$ - CUMMIN OFF KILLS lyrics

Yeah, lemme get in tune wit' it yeah
It's on there, it's on that bitch most def
Yeah,  yeah yeah,  yeah

I get way too high to go
And trust one of these bitches (yeah)
I start popping pills and think
I got like six senses (yeah)
Riding for my niggas no discussion
Play position
Fucked around and fell off before I fell
In love wit' one of these bitches

In a California 'Rari riding 'round
Here like set trippin'
Feeling like I'm sent by God the way
He keep blessing all of my niggas
My ATL bitch likе her legs front
And the Glock got an еxtension
Love to talk but ain't gon' say nothing if
She get pulled over with them switches
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
She like Gucci, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent
Spoiled as hell
Bitch want a trip to Cabo on the
Third day of the motherfucking year
Know I'm gon' pop my shit and talk my
Shit but you know how it is
I'm probably gon' make it happen just to make
It happen 'cause I'm that nigga for real

You know I'm comin' off kills
You know I'm comin' off kills (yeah, yeah)
You know I'm comin' off kills
You know I'm comin' off kills (yeah, yeah)
Finger fuck the trigger 'til it start
Spitting you know when that is (yeah, yeah)
Shave the bitch head, go Jada Pinkett
I slapped her like Will (yeah, yeah)

I get way too high to go
And trust one of these bitches (yeah)
I start popping pills and think
I got like six senses (yeah)
Riding for my niggas no discussion
Play position
Fucked around and fell off before I fell in
Love wit' one of these bitches, hold on
Yeah

I get disrespectful, bitch
Let's break the law (yeah, yeah)
Need a pardon I'ma play my Trump card
(yeah, yeah) i was popping before I fucked
Her out them drawers (yeah, yeah)
Nutted in her mouth and you
Took her to the mall (yeah, yeah)
I just came back from my trip from Bahama
(yeah, yeah)
And niggas getting money over there
But not nothing like us (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna stack up the
Cheese like the Genovese, know what I'm on
(yeah, yeah) try to fuck your ho 'til
She pleased and seized
And after I nut you know what it is

You know I'm comin' off kills
You know I'm comin' off kills (yeah, yeah)
You know I'm comin' off kills
You know I'm comin' off kills (yeah, yeah)
Finger fuck the trigger 'til it start
Spitting you know when that is (yeah, yeah)
Shave the bitch head, go Jada Pinkett
I slapped her like Will (yeah, yeah)

I get way too high to go
And trust one of these bitches (yeah)
I start popping pills and think
I got like six senses (yeah)
Riding for my niggas no discussion
Play position
Fucked around and fell off before I fell in
Love wit' one of these bitches, hold on
Yeah