Talk 2 Em Lyrics

Aye, Killa Kiito shit

This a freestyle, and I'm finna rip it bitch

With a stripper bitch

She a flipper bitch

Stuck like a stripper bitch

I meant sticker bitch

Aye, lets get this shit, gang

I'll rock a nigga shit like I'm - Damn

I'll rock a fellow - DAMN

I'll rock a fellow shit like I'm Jay Z

Sorry God, but I commit adultery on the daily

Young Killa Kiito always fucking nigga's ladies

But thank God I ain't have no motherfucking babies

This is legendary shit, free Rio

If you ain't know the name, bitch it's young Killa Kiito

I feel like MF DOOM, I get chips, Doritos and Cheetos and Fritos

I stay with your lil baby but I'm not Starlito

Spitting in your face like I'm Carlito

Yeah my boy he sent a brick on a fucking speedboat

Why she wanna play with me I am not an Amiibo

I ain't no Mexican but you know that I'm a migo

I feel like NBA YoungBoy, bitch let me go

I am so high motherfucker I'm with the seagulls

Get down or lay down, I feel like Beanie Siegel

I'm a rich black man, I feel like Don Cheadle

I'll wrap a nigga up like I'm Weedle

That's a Pokemon bar, if you ain't get it, just forget it

Killa Kiito, since 2015 I been with it

Got some crack that turn a junkie to a Gremlin

Got the solar flare like I'm Krillin

Gucci Mane La Flare, bitch I'm whipping

Gucci Mane, you can't fuck with my kitchen

Gucci Mane, bitch you know I do the dishes

I put them pounds in the trashcan, your mixtape in the trashcan

This ain't Call of Duty, nigga this your last stand

You gon' get done like the last man

Sneak up, body bag you in a black van

I ain't Josef but I'm Badman

No Joker, I got a Batman

No poker, but I was dealt a bad hand

No smoker, I turn you into ash man

Why you talking shit when your music is so trash man

Think you the shit, think you a fly guy

Killa Kiito shoot his shot, I never been a shy guy

Got my mask on like I'm a Shy Guy

Left him in the sky, he thought he was a fly guy

Imma leave your name in somebody bio, next to fly high

Wave a nigga like I'm a child, tell him bye bye

Spin the block, it's too dark, don't think we shot the right guy

Oops, call him Fetty Wap, shot him in his right eye

Cardi B said she had that WAP, I'm trying to see if she lying

Yeah, you look pretty from the front but I'm trying to see behind

My plug told me this shit was Runtz, but I think he lying

Bruh this nigga ain't even give me no weed, boy this shit dry leaves

I swear to God, I'm finna pop this nigga when I see him in the street

Yeah that's what these niggas say when I fucking finesse them out of a P

Young Killa Kiito I'm a fucking dog without a leash

And I came from the dirt, you barking up the wrong tree nigga

Hold up

Bitch, you thought that I was done, bitch you thought I was finished

Shot you in your motherfucking mouth like a dentist

No Bentley, but I'm finna bend this

Bitch, I get that cash, you think I ain't finna spend this

Like a car, hit you in your fender

No magic trick, you is a pretender

Nigga get your motherfucking bands up

Left him on the ground, pick your mans up