Killers ft. M0NTE & Key Santana Lyrics

Damn

Shit too easy

know what the fuck going on niggas ain't fucking with us

Grimey Gang in this bitch man

4s or hoes Ts up for Trell

On Gang

Aye aye aye aye what what

What

Hit that trap bitch I'm so fly

I got four glocks in that trap you play with me then you gon die

Speak on Trell then we gon hit your block now he up in that sky

We got glocks in that cut boy you bet not touch my fye

Say it's four bandz in that trap but I'm like why your broke ass bappin

I might get your hoe then hit the stu now she wanna see me rappin

On your block I sell that pack why call my phone you see me trappin

Boy you bet not spin again cause we might catch your dumbass lacking

(Five five five)

(Steel)

Boy you a bitch stop all that talking why you doing all that acting

Niggas claiming they be killers boy your dumbass just be bappin

Niggas dissing all they want but I don't do none that reacting

And even if I don't got my pole your bitch say Steelio be packing

Curve your bitch don't do no cracking

If you buck then we attacking

Feds pull up they ask what happened

Tell em I ain't even active

Out at night just me and my guys I got this tech in a Nike jacket

Nigga dissing on K2 we pull up shoot him in his bracket

(Damn damn damn)

Boy you a bitch I know you know

Fuck what you rep you ain't gon step we put that F before the O

And then we add the fucking G me and my niggas stay on go

We get caught up for this shit you better lie under that oath

Brand new white tee look like some snow

When I see you up that pole

If you don't shoot I'm just gon blow

These niggas dying bout some hoes

Watch what you saying bout lil Key your ass gon die tweaking on four

Nigga cant duck these damn bullets his bitch ass running too slow

Steelio lil Mook and Key we got them blicks all in that trap

If a nigga speak on P we gon pull up and flip his hat

That nigga say he gon kill me when I pulled up we called his cap

You better listen when we creep or your lil dumbass getting jacked

These bitch ass niggas made me mad

Had to tell em check the stats

When I see you lil nigga up that bitch we gon blow back

And I know some wild niggas ready to slide in all black

Shoot that boy up in his arm we left a mark like it's a tat

Bitch I'm in that fucking mood you better chill with all that dissing

Feel like Curry when I shoot I hit that bitch from a long distance

Niggas mad about a bitch somebody tell his ass stop tripping

Niggas spend his bag on hoes somebody tell his ass stop tricking

I'm tired of niggas talking shit come on get up with me

I know you loving that lil hoe but she so stuck with me

And she heard that you a lil bitch so you can't fuck with me

Tell that boy stop rapping that shit trash that nigga sound like Lil Reese

Shit wasn't always like this

But you know

That shit got better

Niggas really wasn't with it

Or niggas finished I should say

I say these bitch ass niggas finished load up glocks and we gon get em

This micro drac knock off your fucking face for doing all that dissing

Call them shooters they gon load around the town and they ain't missing

My glock like a snake I up this bitch and it's gon get to hissing

You gon be a cold nigga

Tryna be bold nigga

I love that gun so fucking much cause I done seen it fold niggas

If Key gon put a bag up on your head them niggas they gon feast

Load up 30 rounds we spin up on your block and we gon eat