Killa Flow

Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet

You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it

In a shootout, your gun was droppin'

You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard

My niggas, they scammin', they swipin' them cards

[Verse 1: Choppa]

I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars

I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars

Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me

Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li

Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?

Gon' get an F if a nigga try testin' me

Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala

Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas

Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him

So many bullets, it confused the doctor

Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks

Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back

Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'

We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas

I'm sticked up like a blind man

I'm super hot like a frying pan

He say that he gon' take somethin' from me

Ayy, just know, he lyin', man

I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle

Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle

Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple

And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple

Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50

Brand new chopper got double-D titties

Nigga, don't play me, I don't get silly

Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah

[Interlude]

Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy

Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly

[Verse 2]

I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly

Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' nigga hold me

If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili

And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)

And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, bitch (Yeah)

Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)

(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)

[Verse 3: Juice]

Hold on

Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral

I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals

I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her

I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister

Run up on me you get spin like a twister

Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas

I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger, uh, yeah

Imma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger

I tell her "go figure"

She suck through the Tommy's, I’m talkin Hilfiger

Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger

That bitch a gun

Run up on me, I got heat like the sun

Count up to 2 cause I am not the 1, uh

Better locked up, Akon

All my other niggas they gone

R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh

That’s just how it is

I’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that shit

I hit yo bitch just like a lick

I’m with the shits, I pass the 'Roc

Ain’t no assist, bitch on my cock

Run up on me then you get shot

I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin’ it Pac, yuh

I’m in the cut with the nina

I’m wettin’ it up like this shit Aquafina

You run up on me then I’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis balls

Nigga ain’t talkin’ Serena

All of my niggas get money for real

I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas

I take yo bitch, fuck her

Send to the cleaners

Run up on me then I’m killin’

I swear that my hand on my nina

Don’t want no smoke

All of these niggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes

Run up on me like a like a, whoo, Facebook post, lil nigga, you poked, uh

I'm a rich nigga you broke, uh

[Chorus: Choppa]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis

I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis

I started this shit, I'ma finish

Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image

Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope

Extended clip long as a rope

We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold

I knew that boy was a ho

Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'

What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?

I am a beast, you cannot tame it

Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous

These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'

Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet

You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it

In a shootout, your gun was droppin'

You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard

My niggas, they scammin', they swipin' them cards

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