L.A.C - K.I.L.L.A (feat. HNM Music)

Killa, killa, killa, killa
Lil shawty ever let me hit
Beat it up man I'ma try to
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Even If I die tonight I wanna look into the eyes of my
Killa, killa, killa, killa

30ty shooters Steph Curry
Them my hitters yeah my time full of
Killa, killa, killa, killa

Pull up on ya Run down on ya zipper
I'm the realest left in it

Bicycle, motorcycle yeah I'm off the chain
Weed got me tripping, looking
Like somebody called my name
Use to ride on the bench in the dope game
Then became the starting pitcher in the dope game
Junkies at the door waking my mama up
Use to serve to my uncles in my drug days
12 pulled me over smelled the weed
1st drug case couldn't go to sleep
Was on a bean when they locked me up
Riding with the twin my big cousin he from nutty block
Know he gone ride I know they looking like he with the Opp
He was in Jail when they jammed me up for childsupport
Shot up the projects so I know that he a certified killa

Killa, killa, killa, killa
Lil shawty ever let me hit
Beat it up man I'ma try to
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Even If I die tonight I wanna look into the eyes of my
Killa, killa, killa, killa

30ty shooters Steph Curry
Them my hitters yeah my time full of
Killa, killa, killa, killa

Pull up on ya Run down on ya zipper
I'm the realest left in it

App across the scanner with my name on it
Lil shawty lied told 12 that I jumped on' er
Gas got the whip funky big glock on me
Paranoid gotta getta way cause the cops coming
Real cold winter but this thot just made it hot for me
They know I'm loc'd out put the locs on em
I Ain't talking Raybands outta Gangland
Soon as homie send me the location put the drop on' em
I can make it pop soda mop water, dishwater
Pot boiling, hot water lead hit him, tap water
Got the rap game on lock call me Coach Carter
If you ever caught a rat in your circle
Then you know you gotta

Killa, killa, killa, killa
Lil shawty ever let me hit
Beat it up man I'ma try to
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Even If I die tonight I wanna look into the eyes of my
Killa, killa, killa, killa

30ty shooters Steph Curry
Them my hitters yeah my time full of
Killa, killa, killa, killa

Pull up on ya Run down on ya zipper
I'm the realest left In it

I'ma killa mother fucker Ian gone worry bout
Catch my name up on the news Bitch you heard about it
One shot two shot three shots
Leave your body in the woods where you live to rot
I, don't fuck around No, never
Shit, we do Yeah, clever
We know you aware yeah
K. I. L. L. A
Yeah
You know we don't play
Nah
Come on
In our way
Yeah
Today, is a good day
To
Let the chopper spray
Ayyye

Killa, killa, killa, killa
Lil shawty ever let me hit
Beat it up man I'ma try to
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Even If I die tonight I wanna look into the eyes of my
Killa, killa, killa, killa

30ty shooters Steph Curry
Them my hitters yeah my time full of
Killa, killa, killa, killa

Pull up on ya Run down on ya zipper
I'm the realest left In it

Written by:
Cody Lamb, Richard Little

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