Killaz spray, yea killaz spray

Killaz spray, yea killaz spray

Killaz spray, yea killaz spray

Foxer comin' with the drip, but now its time for him to spit

I've been waitin' all this time with Killaz, askin' for a split

But man, I know you got the flu, cause you bitches got me sick

But do you really know the melody if you bitches are tricks

Wait.. where'd the beat go?

Aye bitch

Your back is back

I been feelin’ kinda groovy

See your girl, she a snack

Beat your boyfriend up

I feel like Slim Shady

Getting all em racks

And I got ya lady

Selling all these songs on my ipod touch

Ain’t new to the game

I’ve been on it to much

Tryna catch me slip

And I'll grab ya by the throat bitch

Call me light Yagami

Yeah I’ve got that death note

Got thе deathnote imma sign my fucking name

Chokе hold bitch

Who the fuck are you playing

.40 on my waist band bitch I am spraying

I empty 2 clips that’s me supersaiyan ay ayyyy

Tell me how it go

Pouring up fanta

I don’t fuck with faygo

Only sippin dirty sprite

That’s all that i know

Bitch who the fuck are you to tell me where to go

Ay ayyyyy

She throw it back

Like call her Nicky

Unbuck em up

Yeah its gon get sticky

She hella bad

Imma give her a hickey

Glock on my right hand

They call me biggy

Fucking em off

On my black cold beretta

Killing em off

Gotta get be better

Counting my money

Like call me trend setta

Show em some tricks

Imma make that bitch wetter

Aye you think we done?

What?

Nah, nah, nah, we just starting up homie

Aye you tryna pull up?

Lemme hit that verse

Counting all the money

Got em sticks in my bed

Aye you tryna fight?

You finna pull up dead

Switch lanes on my game

You’re a problem now

Bitch you better watch out

Cause your time is out

I be fucking on your bitch

I be fucking on your thot

She be screaming my name

And I make that ass drop

Like woah

Whos this bitch?

I don’t even fucking know ya

You think im rich?

You right

But imma just say nah, fuck

I got so much good luck

Your girl down bad

She just wanna fuck

She be steady on my dick

Call that hoe six flags

She wanna pass up all these bitches

You finna need a fast-pass

Aight I copped dat fast pass, shit came with a loaded choppa

Opposition talk a lot but but if they bangin', ain't heard nada

Imma take ya girl right from ya, drip her out wit' some new prada

And if you talk the wrong way, start prayin' to the holy fatha

Ok just popped a couple tags

And now I'm aimin' for ya dome

Go head and check that ring doorbell

I'm already in yo home

Yeah, the reason is me

Why you don't feel safe alone

Wait redact those last bars

Or else twitter be like woah, like woah