Kill Confirmed Lyrics

We ain't come to play boy we turn niggas into urns

Walk up on 'em blick 'em down collect that tag like kill confirmed

Where you running two two three clip fulla heat bitch feel the burn

Caught a blessing we came back caught 'em again he didn't learn

This shit on me hot don't slip I'll burn yo scalp he gotta perm

Both my bitches they bestfriends so when we fuck they taking turns

If you owe me better pay me I send hits like I'm big worm

Keep my name up out yo mouth I got some shit to chill yo nerves

Put 'em in the dirt

We don't catch 'em we gone smoke his fam hit 'em where it hurt

Everytime they mention gang on social sites they ass get murked

Hit 'em in his face so much they couldn't put 'em on a shirt aye

Heard he gotta news clip

He fucked off that twenty ain't got shit to show I spent bout half of that on all my shoes bitch

Fifty shots green dot aim that shit at you bitch

If it's up then tell me what the fuck you wanna do bitch

Turn 'em into ashes

I just stuffed 'em in a wood it's personal smoke to the face bitch I ain't passing

Put his ass to sleep that lil nigga need a mattress

My shorty kill I call em Devin Booker he get baskets

Take that shit up off yo neck

Boy take that shit up off the net

Blow yo fucking house up niggas die they play wit my respect

Hit his bitch and brought her back

Hit a lick and bought a strap

He typing all that gangster shit ain't tryna get in all of that

We ain't come to play boy we turn niggas into urns

Walk up on 'em blick 'em down collect that tag like kill confirmed

Where you running two two three clip fulla heat bitch feel the burn

Caught a blessing we came back caught 'em again he didn't learn

This shit on me hot don't slip I'll burn yo scalp he gotta perm

Both my bitches they bestfriends so when we fuck they taking turns

If you owe me better pay me I send hits like I'm big worm

Keep my name up out yo mouth I got some shit to chill yo nerves

I treat niggas like I'm beans

When it come to killing shit my niggas fiends

He put up cuz he don't wanna die ok go get his team

I ain't letting up off shit until I hear his mama scream

It's that time I'm like ok let's go fasho

We hit one come back hit one again we don't go blow for blow

Brand new pack just dropped today I'm finna grab a o to smoke

I told shorty that she cool but really I just want the throat

Boy we'll really smoke yo fucking top stop thinking shit a joke

Last nigga thought that we was playing we turned his dumbass into dope

Shit I got niggas who specialize in killing shit and kicking doors

Which one you want bitch take ya vote

We ain't come to play boy we turn niggas into urns

Walk up on 'em blick 'em down collect that tag like kill confirmed

Where you running two two three clip fulla heat bitch feel the burn

Caught a blessing we came back caught 'em again he didn't learn

This shit on me hot don't slip I'll burn yo scalp he gotta perm

Both my bitches they bestfriends so when we fuck they taking turns

If you owe me better pay me I send hits like I'm big worm

Keep my name up out yo mouth I got some shit to chill yo nerves