["Kill we!" Lyrics for]

[İntro]

(Jank did it again)

[Verse: 1ARRAZANE]

Throwing shots they missed us

Dumping out the extra

Steel in the mixture

Shredding like a rockstar

Diamonds dancing

Limp bizkit on my wrist huh

Stepping with the ricks huh

Looking like a zebra

Two tone on my blister

Just throwed on margiela

From a different era

Competition isnt safe its giving errors

Looking at a mirror tell me what it say huh

Neck froze alaska Drowning in a lake huh

If you lack the bread then better get yo cake up

Smoking so much green that I represent the nature

Only rocking real fur so fuck peta

And my girl so bad she my mamacita

Give her everything she want but I dont ask for favors

VV'S like a crater I won't call you later

Tricks up the sleeve like I'm faker

Never tripping off of fake love Heat detector on my radar

Its pointing at the Glock huh

Pockets so big I need to get a ruler

Apart from my tool huh

Won't be scared to shoot ya

Linked in the park that means I will play ya

Getting that whitney I throw it in bentleys

I run around town no matter what city

Diamonds they pissing this shit get acidic

And the whip all black obsidian huh

Spending a check and I'm making it back

Put the word on the set ain't no waiting up

I'm Putting the game on a leash if you sue me

With company Im beating the case huh

Dont fuck with piracy I'm on my grind you see

Got my flag up just in case they trying me

Ain't no trailer but I'll turn your ass to a teaser

Don't want them eyeing me

Robbing your shit putting your ass back in poverty

Stacking up all the quantity

Get the drop like baghdad Pop the the trunk the next day

Never cared bout what they say, sipping on the rosé

They be angry like a protest, I be chilling like a faucet

Holding on my heat huh, touch me I will burn ya

Gripping on the ruger, Dead bodies in designer

Smoking skywalker, my blunt is like a saber

You're just an imitator, rz the maker

Dropshipped your hoe to another fucking level

R1,R2,L1,X,Left,Down,Right,Up,Left,Down,Right,Up on my wrist huh

RZ

[Verse 2:LIL MOON]

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[Verse 3:SWIRF]

Boy I pulled up with 2 bands

It is heavy so I steady pull up my pants

And u steady talking I’ma put you in trans

Boy you dont got half of a chance

When I show up its the end of the romance

Thats the reason why you always looking so mad

Let my Glock do the dance

See my face thru the glass

I’m a boy with class

Run it back Run it back

Shoot his body and his back

On my name on my lap

Caught you lacking ain't no running boy you done now

Wanna pipe up well its time to fucking pipe down

I’ve been at it for so long bitch I’m hard now

And I see that everybody think that they up now

And I notice everybody think they hot now

Lemme tell me you bitch you not hot

If a pussy talk we click quack

He was talking and he got shot

Bitch you know you not a dumb thot

And I told you I dont got time for no fake love

I need a bad bitch on my face

How many bitches you got? eight

I am the person that they chase

And I need more of that fucking bass

None of these bitches are safe

They digging out they graves

Head to the shoulders to they waists

Thats where I motherfucking aim

I’m under dirt but I’m runnin up

Runnin up runnin up runnin up

I see that bitch and I double up

Double up double up double up

Woah