Killa
[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Aww, yeah, this goes out for all y'all mutherfuckin playaz
All y'all lame ass niggas
Playin hatin ass bitches
Gon get y'all ass stuck up, keep on fuckin with a real nigga
Know what I'm sayin
I've fina do this shit like this, right here
For all y'all rich ass niggas
Cause a broke mutherfucka gon take care of his business
Know what I'm sayin
Yeah
My nigga Lil Sko in the house
Yeah, we fina drop this shit down, like this right here
Know what I'm sayin
It's like this, right here, bitch
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hangin by the bushes on the track
Cause they don't see I stoop, down
While bitch sweat this nigga in a Lexus coupe
What he don't know
Won't hurt 'em
Just to scare the trick
Get yo ass out thе fuckin car
Before I shoot you bitch
Lay 'em on thе curb
Cause this one, it's just a trick or treat
Stuck up my hoe to
Just to make the shit look real sweet
Then I jump in his coupe
Junked out my hooptie
Then I scoop my hoe
Just a small plan
That'll take care when I'm goin broke
Deep in the Wood
Up to no good
12 gauge in my trunk
High off skunk
Make me anxiously to shoot my pump
Everybody for they self
Ain't sharin shit, you see
Take ya own charge
Cause I'm snitchin if they thinks it's me
Niggas they think I'm trippin
I'm breakin bad, faster than you can imagine
I'm keepin my mask in my pocket
To dodge all the police, I'll jump in the trash can
Lemon-zzz-e, cl-zzz-ick
T-zzz-o yo mo-zzz-uth, tr-zzz-unk, stay tr-zzz-ill
Still the shit
Cool out quick
I'm up on that mission bitch
[Chorus]
Bang!
The gat
We do it just like that
[Verse 2: Lil Sko]
This is a robbery
Don't make this to no murder, fool
Just do what I say
And everything will stay cool
Lay face down
On the ground
Do not make a sound
Load up my tone for a muthafuckin extra round
Tie up the guards
And leave 'em in the back room
They'll be no witnesses
Cause that's what I assume
Where is the combination to the fuckin safe?
And all that extra cheese
That ya hidin in a safe place
Call off the cops
And keep the helicopter comin
Meet my demands and commands
So I'm gunnin
Bitches first, niggas last
When I blast
As I was cappin
Cops busted in fast
I want my body full of lead
When they bury me
I want tone right beside me
When they carry me
That just go to show
You cops got it sowed up
I was a victim in my own fuckin hold up
[Chorus]
Bang!
The gat
We do it just like that
They call me Killa
Goin in to rob this store
A, everything tell me, right now
They call me Killa
[Verse 3: Lil Gin]
Rollin in my pimpin
And not tellin what I'm fina do
My beeper, just a beepin
So I'm takin a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap
Just incase these niggas stang
I'm strapped
Bitch don't trip
Cause I'm equipped
With that pistol grip
Rollin down the highway
On my way, I'm drinkin Alize
Sprayin that cherry spray
I'm blowin my heater while I'm cheifin hay
Made it to my designation
Then I grip my cellular
Nigga where yo ass at?
Then I load my fuckin gat
Lookin through my rearview
Then a shawty pulled a pistol man
Steppin out the car kinda slow
With a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out
Was all crispy when he opened it
Once I reach, then I see
Niggas out of nowhere with them Tec's
Thinkin kinda of fast
But reachin slow to grip my fuckin gun
Soon as I open my trench
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
To my fuckin arm
That let's you know
Not to go out like no sucka
Cause when you dealin dope
Somebody else is on they fuckin hustle