Killa

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function
Bullet hole
Bullet hole
Turn them into nothing
Don't wear them white tees
I’ll turn them red uh huh
All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian

Homie said he’d swipe my girl
But if he touched her I'd leave him battered up
Battered up
Battered up uh
Who's that on the ground?
I take my fifty blow him sky high
If you wanna touch my family
Bitch you can fucking die
Call it execution if you want
You couldn't live if you tried
Bullet hole
Bullet
Nobody survives
You say that yo girl is loyal
Then why she coming after me?
You should talk about that message
That that girl has sent to me
Three months after you broke up
She still don't know who she supposed to see
Wonder why that is?
I'm sick of it it's getting old to me
I got way too much
RED in my eyes
She can't live without me
But I already told her twice
I can’t have no demons in my mind
So I told her imma leave
Wave my hand bye bye
She call me a killa homicide
Bullet hole
Bullet hole
Bullets don’t lie

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function
Bullet hole
Bullet hole
Turn them into nothing
Don't wear them white tees
I’ll turn them red uh huh
All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian

Ay
Pull up wit a Tech
You better pull up wit a vest
Think you gonna send me
Till I rip open yo chest
Put you in cardiac arrest
Hope your heart is still yo friend
I'm sending you to hell
They ain’t letting you in heaven
I think I need a home
The bullets know
I don't need no bullets no
I'm just starving for some blood
You better run cause I'm gon leave you broke
Switchblade I'm gon leave you bled up
Don't feel safe cause I'm gon choke yo neck up
Real pain gonna leave you breathless
Real chain better get yo bread up
If you come for me you best accept the thought of suicide
You think you're a man because you got the money what a lie
What a lie
What a lie
What a lie
I said what a lie

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function
Bullet hole
Bullet hole
Turn them into nothing
Don't wear them white tees
I'll turn them red uh huh
All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian
All them boys they split when I pull up to the function
Bullet hole
Bullet hole
Turn them into nothing
Don't wear them white tees
I'll turn them red uh huh
All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian