Kill 'Em

[Refrain]

Make these haters have a fucking heart attack

They ain’t shining so they petty acting out aww yeh

If you lived the life I live you would spazz out

I got this thotties in my rental acting wild aww yeah

[Verse 1]

Going so hard every day

Texting my ex cus I’m waved

Everyone knows that I changed

Yeah I upgraded

Ah yeah

Counting the racks that I make

Uh

Numbers are looking insane

Wow

And i know I went through some shit but right now I’m so great

Ohhhh

They talk shit about my lifestyle

Ohhhh

Baddies in my crib I got the lights down

Yahhh

I feel like I’m fucking Hugh Hefner or something

Ohhh

I can never give these niggas mercy now ya

Understand I always win

Yeah

Had to get my mum a crib

Ay

Money longer than my dick

Yeah

Hope she doesn’t hear this shit

Uh

Imma really go harder yeah

More money to make outcher

Yea

I fell good I got racks now

I got the hits like a boxer

[Chorus]

Ooh, kill 'em

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Yah, yah

Ooh, kill 'em

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Yah, yah

Ooh, kill 'em

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Kill 'em yah, yah

Ooh kill 'em

Kill 'em

Yah, yah

[Verse 2]

I can’t still spit bars though

Right now I’m turnt up

I can see through the sky now

Watch me take this shit further

Right now I’m so gone

You might see my face on a poster

Missing in action my actions kosher

[Refrain]

Make these haters have a fucking heart attack

They ain’t shining so they petty acting out aww yeh

If you lived the life I live you would spazz out

I got this thotties in my rental acting wild aww yeah

[Verse 3]

Uhh 5am I’m gone the henny its mad

All I want in my life is pure gas and cash its mad

Don’t watch the price tag I still cop that

Yeah you know its mad

Gone of the liquor and still in the bits yeah you know it's mad

Ohhhh

They talk shit about my lifestyle

Ohhhh

Baddies in my crib I got the lights down

Yahhh

I feel like I’m fucking Hugh Hefner or something

Ohhh

I can never give these niggas mercy now ya

Understand I always win

Yeah

Had to get my mum a crib

Ay

Money longer than my dick

Yeah

Hope she doesn’t hear this shit

Uh

Imma really go harder yeah

More money to make outcher

Yea

I fell good I got racks now

I got the hits like a boxer

[Chorus]

Ooh, kill 'em

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Yah, yah

Ooh, kill 'em

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Yah, yah

Ooh, kill 'em

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Kill 'em yah, yah

Ooh kill 'em

Kill 'em

Yah, yah