Kill Sum Lyrics

All my bro know it's kill some

RC BMAN in this bitch

Got murk in this bitch

Sevv in this bitch

All my bro know it's kill sum

That's why all our wops hold 50

I want some millions

Fuck hoes, let's get to these riches

I want a Bentley, skrtt off with that V12 engine

I want a real bitch, not a ho who want win off my living

This ain't no pity pack, better play your cards right (Yuh)

We could go tick for tack, moving O's and X'ing niggas out (Yuh)

We could do this or that, still I'm hard as fuck to figure out (Yuh)

Bitch, I could get you wacked, your hoe ass better hold your tongue (Yuh)

I hate the internet, might delete this shit soon as I get the funds

I don't mean no disrespect, but I ain't kissing ass, you better keep your gun

It ain't no set I rep, I'm RC, but Ku nem' say I'm good

Every time I leave the house, my mama hope that I ain't into nun

They wonder why I stand tall

They wish I went the wrong way, my back against the wall

My gun up in my goddamn drawls

Bitch I'm gonna murder you, I said fuck em' all

I got bad bitches on top of bad bitches, they isn't average

I'm savage, they choose to bash me like I'm a bad man

Chanel fashion and Prada glasses, she throw that ass for

I got a bag now, I ain't never cashless, Hoe get your mind right

I could buy you a body, stuff racks in ya bags, and fuck good, what you crying for?

Want a Bentley or Rolls? or maybe a trip to Dubai, huh

Can you show me that you appreciate my love, girl you to die for, and I'll die for you

I ain't lying, just lay down for me

Baby, I need you just for the night, though

I don't want you long term, but I could fuck you for hours

I might not fuck for a hour though, but you gon' remember this

Go in the group chat and tell your homegirl that Bman lay that dick

Double AP, bust em' down, so that's a hundred on my wrist

If them fuckboys keep on chatting, they gon' feel fifty to they face

And these VVS in my mouth cost bout twenty thousand bucks

Shooting shit up like I'm Curry with a thirty on my hip

You owe two hundred to that boy, hold on, this is dirty stick

Graa, Graa, fuh, fuh, fuh, you cap lil boy, you heard of me

He a troll, but I'm a killer, she think I wont murder him

Graa, fuh, fuh, fuh, my potna want a piece of him, I'll feed it to him

All my bro know it's kill some

That's why all our wops hold 50

I want some millions

Fuck hoes, let's get to these riches

I want a Bentley, skrtt off with that V12 engine

I want a real bitch, not a ho who want win off my living

All my bro know it's kill sum

That's why all our wops hold 50

I want some millions

Fuck hoes, let's get to these riches

I want a Bentley, skrtt off with that V12 engine

I want a real bitch, not a ho who want win off my living

I wanna kill sum