KiLLSiXX - Lincoln

Pockets filled with Benjamins so we not linkin'
Bullets hit his top, what the fuck was he thinkin'?
Bitch, I love that Glock, gen four, twenty-three, man
My threes they sending shots like to pull up with the heat, man
Shit get dangerous, I think that's why they scared of us
You snort angel dust if you think that you gang with us
That boy lame as fuck, he high he think he hang with us
I fuck famous fucks, I sex sale in them stains we bust
That boy get killed like a roachie
Exotic, you still smoke old weed
Like, how do you ball with no breesh?
This dog gon' leave him hole-y
Know I got the rack with no keys
My pets 'cause I can't have no fleas
No, he can't part in those seas
He a perc, got popped in them blue jeans
Had to switch it up, remember smoking double dutch
Had to break her up she screaming out "you're in my guts"
Boy, I don't give a fuck we smoking y'all you fucking suck
You see them flashes duck that light'll get you fuckin' struck
My bitches they ain't average
I fell in love with cash bitch
'Cause you claim that you love me, you a liar, you a savage
I just think it's funny now you see me living lavish
But when I was bum-y you ain't want me, look at that shit
I'm higher this that gas bitch, It's Gucci on my black rips
All black hoodie in the summer doing mad shit
Thank god for corona I could put on this new mask, bitch
I don't got a holster but I'm still gon' tote this black grip
This Glock'll rock a fella out his jays and leave his bitch a single lady
His momma at the funeral screaming "why my baby?"
Someone tell a mother that her son is fucking crazy
He was screaming fuck the gang and then we put 'em on a grey tee
My nigga copped a ghost right to his door that shit so crazy
The way that she a goat right with the throat that shit amazed me
The way that I could flow right in my notes the music saved me
The bullets hit his stomach and his throat his body ate these
May be born in December but I don't cap-a-lot
I'ma keep a knife up on my hip if I don't got a Glock
What's up in this fanny pack will make a nigga breathing stop
I know he ain't in to that so I don't feel the need to rob
Threes they gon' get into that they pull up and they feed 'em shots
Never put the A before the L and don't you think to drop
She say she like my nose ring, she say I look baby Pac
Then she ate the whole thing I love the way she swallow cock
My bitches they ain't average
I fell in love with cash bitch
'Cause you claim that you love me, you a liar, you a savage
I just think it's funny now you see me living lavish
But when I was bum-y you ain't want me, look at that shit
I'm higher this that gas bitch, It's Gucci on my black rips
All black hoodie in the summer doing mad shit
Thank god for corona I could put on this new mask, bitch
I don't got a holster but I'm still gon' tote this black grip

Written by:
Amair Bonet

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