KiLL4KiLL (Special Version) ft. My father who is he ? A tall person whos is my brother talk and do ? So what am I if he gone just a jiggaboo talking painhealers Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

I, I said I ain't been the same since I lost you

Ain't gon' die before they die

They don't know the things I go through

The chopper gon' kill em

We ain't sparing shit, lil' boy

Just know we tryna drill em

Yeah, shit ain't no kill for kill

No drill for drill

If we catch them lacking y'all done

Talkin and do was my reall for real

Ride or die fr

Why these niggas had to kill my son

So we gon' drill to kill

We all off pills

We we kill yo ass we numb

Why they wanna tell me to chill

We step for real

Don't tell me shit till they gone

Don't tell me shit till they gone

You gon' run for your life

Cause I know you ain't with that

Chopper got a kick

Hit ah nigga at a kick back

Ain't sparing shit

Come here with your bitche ass

Send his ass to hel

With his dad with his dead ass

I ain't really got the time to cry

I ain't have the time to grieve, oh my

Granny told me, but you traumatized

Granny, I'ma zoko, go to the life

Thirty K-2-A-2, that's a good day

Boss for the show, I'm always get my way

We Don't beef over hoes, we beef over pape

And we ain't being petty, we beef over pain

They took one of our , so we slide to it's day

Amd March end with April but April with May

They talk all that shit, till they see the whole gang

And they still fuckin' tough without the sim

I ain't never had the time to cry

I'll be on them pills, I'm numb inside

I might tell a joke, but never a lie

You can see the pain if you look in my eyes

Yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

That's kinda crazy, but look

Let me change this shit up for you real quick

Lil' baby tryna ride my face all night

Been looking for a money, gotta make that flight

I'll stick a n***a up, can't lay all night

Lil' Red got the Glock, he been up all night

You gon' spend a n***a block, we gon' spend all night

Y'all n****s ain't step beyond living that life

Them n****s been hoes, we call them Ice Spice

When you catching one-on-one, they ain't living that life

I got a whole lot of pesos, n***a play around with guns

So you know a n***a tote one, if he run up

He gon' get popped like some bacon

And Merk his ass ass no stress n

They call me Lil' Peso, peso they cap a lot

And I like bustin' shots riding wit K

They got them big guns, but I got a baby this Glock

Peso got that lil' baby Glock

Pull it out the spray guns, 30 shots

I'ma shoot back the back like two Glocks

Smoke him like a Russian cream, you can call me Key Glock

Run up a bag, there's snow, that's non-stop

N***a switch that like some white bitch flip-flop

I don't need friends, n***a, drugs and a hotbox

I don't need love, n***a, hoes, a damn Gwap

Yo

What that n***a say

That n***a be smiling, but he was like

I'm dangerous, I'm finna rob , son

Say what you want to me for, n***a

Oh, God

I got a whole lot of pesos, n***a, play around with guns

So you know a n***a took one

If he run up, I'ma pop off like bacon

And Merka ass no stress

And they call me Peso, pesodekaplot they cap a lot

And I like bustin' shots right wit killers

They got them big guns, but I got this what

I got this baby Glock

I got this baby Glock