I Kill People!

Ayy, what's poppin'? You know how the fuck we bleed, man We get money and kill people, man You hear me, man? We don't rap beef, man We slide, man, we drill people, man Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man Let's get it Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up Tote somethin' illegal Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it) Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang) Bitch, I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang) Bitch, we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang) Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt) In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, bitch (skrt skrt) I don't rap beef, what's the words, bitch? (huh?) Niggas sneak dissin', let me heard (bang bang) Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco She show me her thong, Sisqó, she's high and ready to go I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that yoom Baby, I know you smell that fume Just get down, you hear that boom In the back of the 'Bach, and this bitch got room Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot All these diamonds, I don't get hot Young nigga really from them blocks Ayy pussy, here we come, if you ready or not On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up