Chorus (x2)
Goin for the kill, ima hit you wit the drill
My homies gon make your stomach spill
Foreign Bitch from brazil, i be payin her bills
All hands off you can’t cop a feel
Xanny takin these pills, got diamonds on my grill, so cold think i gotta chill
Got a house on the Hill, cost a hunnid mill, but i’m still pullin up with a foreign wheel
VER 1—
No you not my type
But i know you in disguise
Throwin all my money at you
Now you is my type, too poor for a side, now you tryna catch a ride
No you not my type, no you not my heigh
Stand on my money and i go up like 9
(9 what?)
I said Nine ruler
Go up 9 rulers
My money long , show it on my mueller
Goin to the top and i’m getting that top
From your bitch cuz she work at hooters
Louis on my socks , yeah i’m chasin that rock , can’t go chasin no cooter
Know i bought yacht
Know you wasn’t ready for the heat that i brought
Ice drip drop
Too many holes in him like a croc
Draw in with the choppa, someone gotta stop him
Aiming at his top
Omg lil boy just got shot
(Chorus x2)
Goin for the kill, ima hit you wit the drill
My homies gon make your stomach spill
Foreign Bitch from brazil, i be payin her bills
All hands off you can’t cop a feel
Xanny takin these pills, got ice on my grill, so cold think i gotta chill
Got a house on the Hill, cost a hunnid mill, but i’m still pullin up with a foreign wheel
VER- 2:
1 Got rick on my jeans , got rick on my feet, got rick on my teeth
2 Got dick in her cheek, got chick on her knees , got sick from the heat, got ice for the heat
3 Bussin out the seems, got money in jeans
4 im chasin the green, i want bleu cheese goin to top and they claim that they know me
1 Now you see my clothes
2 Louis V Raf simmons doen to the toes
3 Now you see my hoes
4 Look at that one of them was your own
1 Girl watch your tone
2 Get your name out of my phone
3 I don’t want you no more
4 Time for you to leave cuz i already boned
40 in the clip
Keepin that stick on my hip
Move too quick
Ima lay 30 down into your lip
Lovin my rick
Size 32 makin sure it’s slim fit
Leave room for the hit
Gotta pull quick if i gotta hit a lick
(Chorus x2)
Goin for the kill, ima hit you wit the drill
My homies gon make your stomach spill
Foreign Bitch from brazil, i be payin her bills
All hands off you can’t cop a feel
Xanny takin these pills, got diamonds on my grill, so cold think i gotta chill
Got a house on the Hill, cost a hunnid mill, but i’m still pullin up with a foreign wheel
Know i bought yacht
Know you wasn’t ready for the heat that i brought
Ice drip drop
Too many holes in him like a croc
Draw in with the choppa, someone gotta stop him
Aiming at his top
Omg lil boy just got shot