KILL EM FOR ME

[Chorus: Dro Kenji]

I know what you don't

When I'm high, I float

Barely conscious, cash stacked high

I done found love in this foreign ride

Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone

She wan' fuck, but I ain't know this whore fell in love

But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me"

Dump the clip at them niggas and peel out with me

Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me

[Verse 1: Dro Kenji]

Disconnect from my feelings and feel all the weed

I've been fillin' my stomach up with Hennessey

Ain't been giving a fuck, I just love being geeked

And my brother don't smoke, but he smokе 'cause of me

She an angеl, but she like to party with me

I'm the devil, then she in the fire with me

I be high off the Perc', pardon me

Money berserk, lottery (Lottery)

[Chorus: Dro Kenji]

I know what you don't

When I'm high, I float

Barely conscious, cash stacked high

I done found love in this foreign ride

Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone

She wan' fuck, but I ain't know this whore fell in love

But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me"

Dump the clip at them niggas and peel out with me

Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me

[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]

Can't expect nothin' from these hoes, man, I avoid the disappointment

And shawty beggin' for that dick, I told that bitch, "Book an appointment"

We flushin' roaches down the toilet

She suck my soul, say she enjoy it

I was young, I had to make them choices

Niggas was fucked up, hearin' voices

But these days, I'm livin' with no regrets

'Cause I roll with shooters everywhere that I be in

Fuck the bullshit, in real life, I got respect

I was in the playground sellin' Addies at recess

And these niggas don't know 'bout this life

I got niggas on the block right now tryna earn some stripes

Got a stripper bitch and she geeked for the pipe

I told that ho, "Bring a friend 'cause I don't got a type"

[Chorus: Dro Kenji]

I know what you don't

When I'm high, I float

Barely conscious, cash stacked high

I done found love in this foreign ride

Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone

She wan' fuck, but I ain't know this whore fell in love

But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me"

Dump the clip at them niggas and peel out with me

Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me