KILLA Lyrics – Softwilly

KILLA Lyrics by Softwilly

DNR:
Runnin’ round this b#tch with a grip, sight, scope
Welcome to the lyrics of a real psycho
Pull up to your block

Seven bullets in the Glock
Let his body f#cking drop
To the pits i go
When i mark you b#tch, you won’t laugh it off

I send a rocket, click it and you blastin’ off
I’m in the black abyss
You been a b#stard though
So ima wrap my fist

And then i crack your dome
I’m f#ckin brutal, whatchu got buddy? headshots
I’ll put a bullet in your knot buddy
Red sauce

Finna show you what i got, better back off
n#gg# pull up with the racks up
Hacksaw, blam sumn
Feelin’ like i’m top ten

Flip the body, gotta hit em with a mac 10
Ain’t nobody f#ckin movin’ when i rack that
Headed to the back
Finna put him in a sack

Let him rot til he half dead
CHILLS:
She suckin’ my dick but my eyes on the road
If she make me bust, I might losе control

They talking that sh#t, but we tote dеm poles
Feel like Usian, I’m going for gold
All of this money is coming in quick
I’m in Miami, she sending pics

I’m like god damn, I love girls who thick
She got a man, but I’m worth the risk
Bout to really run it up, I think it’s time
2010 D Rose, I’m in my Prime

I could never back down, I could never drop dime
So worry bout you, either way I’m gonna shine
Stone cold killa’, Thrilla in Manila
Bands in this b#tch yeah Imma Gorillas

ISAACWHY:
I been-
Killin’ killas lightly
Don’t like you, no need to spite me

My ego, stay high and mighty
Dat 22-3 travel nightly he
Wanna talk sh#t, then you can fight me boy
We are not da same, you ain’t like me boy

Bullets da speed sound 44 clippin
& ya bish already steppin’, u don’t want dis noise
My-
Oppositions, spin the block politely

Your grammar foolish, dat bish dumb unsightly
Aimin’ down da pistol pole ah wrecking miley
Foe dis trunk done pop it ain’t talkin’ nicely
Im-

Flippin my bricks gettin’ straight to the top
Im stackin’ my breads, im ain’t neva gon stop
Steppin my way, hittin’ you with da MOP
If you on my stop, den you gon get popp’d

DNR:
I turn your block to a mission
Your mom to a witness
I c#ck it and block out your vision

I grata-ta-ta-ta-ta n#gg#s
Apocalypse wit it
Don’t barter, i pop out and get it
You product of fatherless children

I’ll body you b#tches
Ironic, i’m prodigal wit it
Just stop it, i’ve had enough
Huh

Got you locked in an audible prison
My sins in a wishin’ well
Boutta kill all you n#gg#s like sickle cell
Slip in like splinter cell

I can’t wish him well
Non-complacent
It’s f#ck all you fakers who pray just to make a sale
And i that hope that he spin in the grave

I put ten in the face of the body then dig it up
And i’m sick of the miserable rage
But the clip in the k
So it’s hard tryna give a f#ck

CHILLS:
Let’s count up the money
Let’s run up the racks
This b#tch coming over

I hit from the back
This green got me faded
Medusa I’m stoned
I’m posted up

Like Karl Malone
And I hop up in the whip and that b#tch so quick
If I pop another pill, Imma be Car sick
If I link up with your chick I’ma give her good dick

If a m#th*rf#ck*r try me I’ma go John Wick
We got the juice like some Minute Maid
Hit the opp with a bottle of Hennessy
If they still talking sh#t, we gon slide today

Leave a man bloody then go out and celebrate
And I think that it’s time for a holiday
We got some girls and we took em to Paraguay
Got the whole team here so we turning up today

Really came up from the mud for some better days
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Softwilly Lyrics – KILLA

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KILLA