KILLSTREAK

By BVDMIND

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Chorus: (BOY FLOSS)

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

Run up the racks like nothing

Kick a bitch out the crib if she frontin

With this emo hoe and she buggin

Verse 1: (BOY FLOSS)

I got money i know that its comin

5 bands and your homie get hurt

5 bands and that bitch finna twerk

Getting money had to put in my work

Finessin finessing finessin the commas i Know i got money like durk

I ain’t fuckin no bitch off a perc

I put time and money into my work

Clean, just like detergent

In the mall, splurgin

Get me mad and my homie gon purge

We slidin

If she behave she get a

Tennis bracelet cuz im paid

You gotta watch the words that you say

In the game you never ever play

Name a price then i pay

Walk in the mall wit the bank

Bitch i walk in that bitch wit a tool

Walk in that bitch and i spray

Bitch im money makin in LA

Bitch im feeling like im drake

Fuckin that bitch off that ooo

Ima pull up wit a shank

Verse 2: (Jahzae Rose)

Why you like making me pissed off

I walk around with a load in my tank

Nigga fuck what you think when it lift off

We can banging out, outside lets get

No room for no talk, that’s how hot it get

Had to come check on your temperature

Just to see upfront how hot do you get

As soon as I enter the room there be Bitches on me

Never my fault that Im lucky

This bitch wanna fuck me

My pockets always been so chubby

She study be touching my body

I don’t want none with you Im sorry

All of these bitches Im fucking on

Got me thinking its really a hobby

Niggas be mad cause I stole they bitch

My dick In my hand, nigga suck my dick

Shooting shots at me

But the smoke don’t exist

Had to cut up just to cut down

Can’t step on my feet put my foot down

Intercepting these hoes when I touch down

Im back in this bih

The way that this money

Moving be a glitch

The way that this money moving be a Glitch, the brick to the face be the size of My fist

Money be calling me as soon as Im awake From the chirps of the birds in the morning

Put on my best fit just to ride

Niggas be jealous, oh my gosh

Yah be on lame shit, the same shit, that Got you scared from going outside

Chorus: (BOY FLOSS)

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

Run up the racks like nothing

Kick a bitch out the crib if she frontin

With this emo hoe and she buggin

Verse 3: (KASASHI)

Loving the box like my i’m roddy

Twinning with shonny

Praising the lord like i’m rocky

Going insane

His bitches the number of dame

Brown eyes like i made the fame

Blood on the grin

All of my dogs know i’m dialed in

Sliming her out

Without a doubt blocking the hate that They tout

From the east side

Like fuck are you talking about

Survived a snake like I’m posner

Car smelled like smokers

Grew too much i can not hold her

She so conceited

I’m with E.T. like i’m steven

Cool it down i’m way too heated

52 pick up

Feeling like outlaw

Trippin like white girl off of the white claw

Do what i gotta do that’s that grawww

Love two ma

Break shit like i’m off the wall

Fuck it we ball

Same height as kenny but act like i’m tall

Feeling like jd. without the doll

I’m so appalled

Bitches can't mess with the clique

Sweet chin music and shit

Middle of the ocean but

Stopped by saint kitts

Remove the u hoe i’m not british

EST my name bianca

They green with the envy no BVD but

Lookin like blanka

Going doscientos like i am bad bunny

Been a hitman know

My days have been sonny

Been a hitman got barcode blood money

Baddies to the left bitch got pure honey

Me and bro add up the number of barkley

Sideways how long we gone be the top

Saturday sunday like i’m off the kpop

What’s left besides the peace

Walking on eggshells he’s

Scared of the crease

I’ve been silent. why you making problems

Fly out to greece scratching the names

Off the fleece

Asking questions in private the public gone Toast you

Hanzo go up 2

Seeing ghosts hoe i can still feel the love

Feeling the love

5’6 but you still my pup

Bitch like what

Bitch like what

Got a splash bro like i play for the dubs

Blocking hoes just like i’m

James in the clutch

Number the same as judge

But i’m still the one

Besides my mom bitch i’m nobody son

Bitch i’m nobody son

Nobody son

Chorus: (BOY FLOSS)

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

You gotta keep it a hunnit

Run up the racks like nothing

Kick a bitch out the crib if she frontin

With this emo hoe and she buggin

Verse 4: BVDMIND

Who woulda thought i could spit like this

Raised on ozzy and cobain

I’m on her shirt like a stain

He tired of hearing my name

But some things never change

She only play me in the car

So you know my songs in his head like a scar

The shit that i’ve done in the dark

You wouldn’t forgive me

My momma would tear me apart

Hold up wait lemme get it started

Bando playgrounds made me heartless

Back of the car and i lost my wallet

Why the fuck are we at this party?

Tryna decode me bitch i ain’t haley

Yah so creepy cosby spacey

Link wit them they triforce you

Last name storm hit ‘em wit a force field

Force too strong like Anakin

See me on stage they panicking

Freeze in place like mannequin

Till I Put ‘em in chains like alice in

If you don’t know me then where you been

Cuz i been on the web like spiderman

You ain’t playing my songs

Well that’s a shocker

I bring the venom

Like eddie brock does

Fuck this shit came from the jects

So i got no time for ya petty ass threats

And ya fake ass jewels

And ya off brand threads

How i’m broke as fuck but i got more flex

Been through shit so i’m hard like HJ

Stainless steel so u know i don’t decay

Hear this shit she goin let it replay like

Damn bae you goin be bigger than tay

Went from sittin in the courtrooms

Soon i’m sittin in a jet

For now it’s just a lil red ford

Till the labels know who to respect

Swear i used to be a good guy

Now i live wit no regret

Bitch i’m the villain of east side

Play wit me you get stretched

I’m dropping

Back 2 back 2 back 2 back 2 back 2 back

2 back

Then if i drop just one more

That’s 8 times going plat

Been through the gutter the trauma the Lovers it taught me watch my back

I see that you copy my clothes

And stealing my flows

We know that you wanna be BVD

So keep it a hunnit