KILLA

Brody got the mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop, one wrong word make it litty like a matchbox

Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks

Smokin' on that killer in the V, it got me mad hot

Pull up to my trap spot but don't make it fue like a heater

She tryna hear that boofwell through her speakers

Writing rhymes in class, used to piss off all my teachers

They tried to steer me but I had to hit a reverse

So when I'm working in the stu gotta make sure this shit on point

Everything from adlibs to the reverb

Cause I'm tryna touch a billi in my city, that's a rarity

But I'ma run it up until my feet hurt