Killed Before Lyrics

Niggas'll come through brashing, fucking shit up, collateral damage

I just went up my status, leveling up, these niggas can't stand it

I'm in that motherfucking Brabus, got a bad bitch with me she's sipping on brandy

I got a real bad habit sipping on Hi-Tech, shit taste like candy

I was tryna kill myself, tryn cut shit down ain't need no bandage

I just got a whole lotta shit on my mind right now, young nigga tryn manage

You wanna cross that bridge fuck it I'm burning it promise you not coming back

I got a plug out in France, one out in Birmingham, drank, man wherever I'm at

Baby I don't wanna talk, I just want that shit ready, she said "okay, getting it waxed"

Come in this motherfucker loaded, whole gang got machetes, lil bitch yeah we ready to get you whacked

None of that shit new swag, these fuck niggas doing that shit I did before

Take a handful of these percs, pass out, wake up feel like I've been killed before

Nigga ain't never have money, it's a whole lot of shit I ain't never even did before

Remember my nose kept running, these tears kept coming, I ain't even know where to go

Niggas tried kicking me out for the last time, I ain't never gone settle for this

Feel like I did all this shit in my past life, I was really born ready for this

Whoa get krunk, pour up a new deuce

Fuck em, they traded, I got me new troops

Blatt, we shot ya, lil bitch what you do?

Pill poppin Perc 10 gone kick in like, doot doot

That FN five seven it shoot through the roof

Fuck, we spazzing, we show em what it do

Big blatt, might take off yo crew

Bitch bad, might fuck on it too

My dash say 402

Eyes low and I foreign my boots

I walk with Jesus so I don't get crossed

Hard to believe, but I took me a loss

I tried to handle the bitch with my sauce

Burberry Bentley I hop out the frog

Run to the money, young nigga can't jog

Nodded so hard could've broke my jaw

Baby Drac came with the wood like log

Forever sipping drank, tell the jakes fuck the law

I just go get it don't care bout the cost

All of this Elliante water Voss

Fucking with TLK get your ass lost

12 kick the door then we throw in the walls

Catch em out in public make em close down the mall

I get to swinging that stick top golf

Bitch I ain't singing this shit I talk

Yeah, knock another pussy nigga head off, that's another body for zipped

Yeah, niggas talking bout my dead dawg, ACOG on my hip

Yeah, doctor come drop these meds off, every single week get scripts

Yeah, bloody cup steady pouring red out, vampire shit when I sip

(Shoot a pussy nigga in his head dawg)

(Nigga talk bout my dead dawg)

(Niggas still steady pouring red out)

(Doc come drop these meds off)

(This TLK shit bout to be the biggest in the world bitch)

(Takeover, Chozen, 7L)

(All that shit, you know it's coming)

(Suicide)