KILL STREAK III ft. 1300SAINT Lyrics

I don't like talking to niggas so put in your mind that you never gon meet me

She keeps on stalking my pictures I think she insane cause that hoe wanna meet me

I'm steady walking on niggas he throwing me hate but he playing my CD

He already know I'm a winner his hoe in the back and she got me on repeat

Prada all over my body I'll drip while I'm dead ion care bout the receipt

I'm only three songs in and they bumping they head guess I'm still on a kill streak

I'm finna reap my sins and I promise that they finna end up beneath me

I can't be tripping too much when I'm off the pills don't want Grandma to see me

I hope my grandma don't notice

I'm finna buy her a lotus

I'm finna dirty my sodas

I'm finna higher the dosage

Yeah I've been off of the gas everyday man that shit got me losing my focus

My niggas told me I'm losing my way and I can't even feel no emotion

I think its cause of the drank

I gotta lay off the potion

Next to me my nigga Saint

I had to send him an open

Doctor he checking my heart

Nigga you know that it's frozen

She tryna break me apart

She dont know I'm already broken

I'm finna swerve out the lot

Don't worry bout the money a nigga be making just keep in mind I got a lot

These niggas they just wanna be like me so they tryna take my spot

They aint on nothing hell nah

He broke that boy fell off

Got bread oh yeah oh yeah

I run up the racks

Tryna play me you funny for that

Can't go toe to toe with me, he ain't got enough money for that

These niggas like my son it's like i adopted niggas

Say the one word get shot lil nigga

Yeah I like spending but not for these bitches this money won't come out my pocket nigga

I won't stop till I run up a mili

I've been waiting on niggas to feel me

Name a nigga who fuck with me really

Niggas hate me think they wanna kill me

My bitch real she make me feel feel

And aint nun bout me fake lil baby

She know I'm the real deal

Money coming

Cash coming

Bags coming

Swag coming

She gon do the dash for me

She carru that gat for me

These lil niggas broke as hell they aint even got no gas money

That lil boy want be like Saint he know he got his sawg from me

Ha, ha

Ha, ha

Yeah, ha

Why this little bitch blowing up my phone

She got mad at me I made her walk home

No i don't wanna hear nothing about you

Matter fact I was better without you

Wait hold on Saint lemme talk to em

All my pictures I know that she talking

All my bruvas on go and I walk with em

And them niggas don't play no one stopping em

You can try to get up if you want it

And them bullets gon pass through his rib cage

And I'm sorry I'm just being honest

Because all of these niggas is bitchmade

I'm on a kill kill kill kill streak!

These niggas real real real real sweet

I got the real deal black on my feet

I crack the seal and my soda is pink

I got whole lotta issues inside of my head that I pour up inside of this drink

I lost a part of me off of these meds and my brother told me that I'm starting to sink

I crack the seal and my soda is pink

I don't like talking to niggas so put in your mind that you never gon meet me

She keep on stalking my pictures I think she insane cause that hoe wanna meet me

I'm steady walking on niggas he throwing me hate but he playing my CD

He already know I'm a winner his hoe in the back and she got me on repeat

Prada all over my body I'll drip while I'm dead ion care bout the receipt

I'm only three songs in and they bumping they head guess I'm still on a kill streak

I'm finna reap my sins and I promise that they finna end up beneath me

I can't be tripping too much when I'm off the pills don't want Grandma to see me