Kill Bill Lyrics

Ridin' around with hella shooters, uh

Ridin' around with hella shooters

I got plenty hoes been talking on my name just drop the collar

All you talking on my people, all my bitches dropping dollars

Know about these times, now my brothers got you

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, these critics want me dead

Trying to figure out if these niggas bleeding blue or bleeding red

But don't you stand up on my corners, cause lil nigga, you'll be dead

This the Kill Bill Part 2 and I'm my brother's saying fred

Uh-huh, uh, ride around with hella shooters with dirty k's

Uh, ride around with hella shooters with dirty ace

Uh, uh, runnin' through these hoes, I'm playin' just like spades

Runnin' through these hoes with masquerade so I might have your face

Fa,fa,fa, flat, hit his head Never care about hoes from bleeding red

I never talked to feds niggas on my case Stay off my body, bitch, you dick

Uh, nigga, on my bike, stay off my case, lil hoe, you, unh

Yeah, talkin' on my name, I pass em out, I catch a slip

Unh, runnin' through these hoes, I aim a beam, take green tips

Unh, please stay off my phone, stay off my line, stay off my

Unh, please stay off my phone, stay off my line, you on my dick

Yeah, you a dirty ho, I hope your momma know she raised a bitch

From just sellin' weed to sellin' bricks, my niggas call it 6

All these pills try and give me headaches, I think I'm gettin' sick

Cause I woke up by a hoe, I did it like she been a bitch

And now I'm choppin' her with chopsticks, sticks, I need a brick

Dirty sticks inside my pockets, all my niggas know the blitz

I can't remember when I ever gave a tip straight to a bitch

I'm that nigga, I take dirty money, I'm from Zone 6

Cause if these bricks don't make me money, then I might go hit a lick

I don't want to, but my pockets is not full, I can't resent

Yeah, my daddy was a hoe, I am a hoe, we not the same

If my brothers play with me, I might go tuck up all they chains

Cause this ain't Gotham, little nigga, you won't find no Bruce Wayne

If young Chucky gotta whack him, I guess Jason took his brain

Uh-huh, uh, yeah, I ride around with hella shooters

Dirty K's and black Skirays, I might go after them

Uh, yeah, watch my tongue, bitch, watch my mouth, mm-hmm

Yeah, just watch your tongue and watch your mouth, mm-hmm

Ridin' around with hella shooters, uh

Ridin' around with hella shooters, ridin' around with hella shooters

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