Killa

Killa - Nipsey Hussle

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My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

Light my Backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa

I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa

My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

I wake up in this state of mind, like sky's the limit

My niggas said you crossed the line, well I'm gon' kill you

I'm focused on a million cash, that's the vision

Speeding and I'm finna crash, that's the feeling

Until my tires burn, though, and my wheels give out

These Backwoods burn slow, like my bills dish out