makeoutcy - KILL EM! (feat. ZQNNEX & Nikssick)

Yeah, Yeah
YEAH YEAH
Dogs barkin'
We be gettin' to the lot
I be shooting motherfuckers
And I pull up wit the Glock
Oh we bool or we not
Every time I see the clock
I be killing everything
Like we gon' break all these locks yeah
Dogs barkin'
We be gettin' to the lot
I be shooting motherfuckers
And I pull up with the Glock
Oh we bool or we not
Every time I see the clock
I be killing everything
Like we gon' break all these locks
Yeah yeah
Got me Tokyo drifting
We all up for the bag
Got me going crazy
So I pull up wit the tac
Designer on me
And I be blowing like a frag
I be goin' crazy
So I kill em' wit my mag
Yeah got me up like Zelda
And I'll pull up on yo face
Got me goin' dummy
So I'll shoot up on they case
Ion give a fuck
If they gonna come and chase
Shawty lookin' bad
So we be pullin' up wit K's
Dodgin' and turnin', lil' bitch we leave him on his ass
Fucked up, lucked up, hit him with the mac
A nigga run up on the bros, we drown a nigga, Kodak Black
Gettin' to the money, nigga's all about the bag
We push the limits like pistons
A nigga talk, you should listen
These niggas want recognition
My ice gon' shine and it glisten
I keep a .40 on my lap, bad bitch she throwin' ass
Choppa be bussin', we sendin' bullets to his back
Brodie talkin' tough, we pull up on him, choppa provin' he a bitch
A nigga always talkin' shit, but we gon' hit him with a stick
Bad bitch wantin' chips
So Ima hit it then I'll dip
I keep on countin' up my guala, while you lookin' like a bitch God damn
I been countin' up my guala, VX make the room go "bam"
These niggas talkin' on the net, so now this choppa make him dance
And bitch I move with the gang, leave a nigga I'm a trance
Shorty bad and she feelin' on my pants
Okay bitch less talking
Bitch start walking
Got my choppa if you opping
Imma spray the K
Fuck the fists no mma
Imma have to smoke a J
Put the K up to his brain
Fuck the change I make it rain
I got hella bands in my pocket
I've been making hits I'm not stopping
Until the ceiling come dropping bitch
Okay wait
What
Bitch I'm coming up
They like "Son of a!"
When they see that I'm running up
A little kid from the south
Who'll put his dick in yo mouth
If you think of talking shit
Imma smoke a j until I'm done wit it
Put the ash out on your leg
Getting racks I'm getting paid
Kicking shit like Bruce Wayne
When I swerve into your lane
Running shit like Major Payne
Pull up in a brand new range
Cop a brand new pistol brand new aim bitch
I don't play them games
When I pull up let the choppa sang
I can't buy a bitch a wedding rang
Bout a hundred thousand bitches
And they know my name Yeah
Bitch I'm Nikssick Yeah
Fuck yo bitch like YEAH YEAH
Dogs barkin'
We be gettin' to the lot
I be shooting motherfuckers
And I pull up with the Glock
Oh we bool or we not
Every time I see the clock
I be killing everything
Like we gon' break all these locks yeah
Dogs barkin'
We be gettin' to the lot
I be shooting motherfuckers
And I pull up with the Glock
Oh we bool or we not
Every time I see the clock
I be killing everything
Like we gon' break all these locks
Yeah yeah
Got me Tokyo drifting
We all up for the bag
Got me going crazy
So I pull up with the tac
Designer on me
And I be blowing like a frag
I be goin' crazy
So I kill em' wit my mag
Yeah got me up like Zelda
And I'll pull up on yo face
Got me goin' dummy
So I'll shoot up on they case
Ion give a fuck
If they gonna come and chase
Shawty lookin' bad
So we be pullin' up wit K's

Written by:
Mantas Statkevicius, Nik Earl, Sean Ndungu

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