KillerWhales (2) Lyrics

In the fruity loops session

We was pressing pharmaceutical

Im sorry bout the things I said

And everting i do to you

I bullet proof computers in the studio

Needa booje bitch wit stupid hips

That shit is beautiful

In the office,

Chopping up the block inside my cubicle

I really went to school wit residue under my cuticles

And if i gotta prove i ain't no bitch

I'm down to shoot at you

And if they kill me

Better smoke a P up at the funeral

Put promethazine in my casket

In heaven witta double cup

I fell asleep in mathematics

And i still get to adding up

I got the key to the palace

A different room for everyone

I might not be the most technical

But at least i'm passionate

I take my people to mexico

Margarita by my gun

I wanna roll up the texaco

Only pressure ashing blunts

Been smoking too much

Can't remember what i had for lunch

Been coping wit mud

Told my bitch i think had enough

I came to make a sale

Maintain ya health

Never drain ya wealth

I can't never fail

Recoup every time i fell

Came into the game making waves

Like a killer whale

Get the weight

Make another play off the digit scale

Spit a hook,

Good weed all that i inhale

Roll a wood,

Wash em off they ain't never stale

Spit a hook,

Living good i been doing well

I been moving different

Cuz i think them people on my trail

Paranoid in the studio i spit the holly grail

Get em cooked, leave em shook

We ain't playing fair

Get em jugged

Bro booked they ain't give em bail

(They ain't give em bail)

Bought a crib, off the grid

That shit common sense

Brought a stick,

The brand new lama wit the stock equipped

Caught a brick,

Plug from Watts but he not a crip

Call ya bitch

She was sucking dick

Bought a crib, off the grid

That shit common sense

Brought a stick,

The brand new lama wit the stock equipped

Caught a brick,

Plug from Watts but he not a crip

Call ya bitch

She was sucking dick

In the fruity loops session

We was pressing pharmaceutical

Im sorry bout the things I said

And everting i do to you

I bullet proof computers in the studio

Needa booje bitch wit stupid hips

That shit is beautiful

In the office,

Chopping up the block inside my cubicle

I really went to school wit residue under my cuticles

And if i gotta prove i ain't no bitch

I'm down to shoot at you

And if they kill me

Better smoke a P up at the funeral