"Killas & Thooties" lyrics
41 Lyrics
(performed by Kyle Richh)
(feat. BabyChiefDoit)
Grah, bow-bow
Brr, brr, brr, uh, uh
Nigga know what the fuck goin' on
We better fuckin' do it, man
Enough is enough
I say you nigga forever stuck in the streets
Nigga, we not the same
KR come through six feet tall with a mask and gloves, nigga look like Kane
Slide, watch a nigga blow like propane
D Thang, Lil' Mari bounce from both ways
Now a nigga left with no brain
Got the whole block soundin' like a gun range
Brr, brr
She been callin' my phone, nigga, I'm in the kitchen, Mike Tyson the pussy
She bought me a pigeon
Nigga be wantin' to die, we ain't chasin' no beef, really be tryin' to reason with nigga
My first time off the lean, I fell flat on my back screamin', "Damn, I feel it"
I promise I'm not an addict, lil' nigga
We all got different ways of healin'
Minimal cried, only fuck with the villains
It's animals only, she stuck to the ceiling
I'm not a rapper, but if nigga pass me a beat
On B, I'ma come through shittin'
Bow, bow
Go, it don't matter the V, I'ma spin in a Civic
Seen us in person, he realize that this shit get deeper than music
If I call up Lil' Chief, he gon' do it
Bro got a G with attachments included
Bow, bow, metro, we really boomin'
And we got the killas and thooties promotin' the movement
.30s and switches, we spinnin' with buttons and ratchets
Bodies gon' drop when that Ruger hit
Bro in the cut tryin' to break 'em like breadsticks
Free Thunder, my nigga was shootin' shit
Push up on us, watch us get on some stupid shit
Boy, we used to this
Why do thots be shamin' other thots and they both doin' dicks?
Knowin' she be goin' block to block, how could you kiss them lips?
You on some nasty shit
I do not want no ratchet ho, I need a classy bitch
These hoes know I'm him, before I talk, I beat and bag the b—
Slatt, on foe'nem grave, before I talk, I beat and bag the b—
Lil' Mari took your gun, not me, you should be mad at him
I can't even lie, I gave my shorty 'nem a slimin' kit
He see a stain and get excited, that's the slime in him
Hop out of the Honda, walk him down, and put the nine in him
That boy ain't put money in your pockets, but you ridin' him
Guns, we got a lot of them, we scorin' shit like Donovan
At his crib, we got his Addy from a groupie ho
How the fuck you sayin' that you see me? You ain't shoot me though
I don't play in the studio, we ball like Ricky Rubio
Dre gon' do it sober, he don't ever need no Julio
Poppin' gangsta shit, knowin' your homie got his face bust
Don't make a post about it, pick his fuckin' face up
Bae, I want to see you naturally, don't wear no makeup
I'll live with no friends before I live with fake love
Weatherman, thunderclap, the way that fuckin' Drac' bust
We ain't out here movin' loose, 'cause we know nigga hate us
I ain't scared to die, boy, I'm more scared of goin' bankrupt
God forbid I let a goofy nigga come and take us out
Nigga, I'm tryin' to take somethin' down
I-I'm the realer, but I'm sidin' with a hound
We playin' foul, we knockin' nigga out of bounds
Grah, they can't diss us from the ground
Brr, brr, brr, uh, uh
Nigga know what the fuck goin' on
We better fuckin' do it, man
Enough is enough
I say you nigga forever stuck in the streets
Nigga, we not the same
KR come through six feet tall with a mask and gloves, nigga look like Kane
Slide, watch a nigga blow like propane
D Thang, Lil' Mari bounce from both ways
Now a nigga left with no brain
Got the whole block soundin' like a gun range
Brr, brr
She been callin' my phone, nigga, I'm in the kitchen, Mike Tyson the pussy
She bought me a pigeon
Nigga be wantin' to die, we ain't chasin' no beef, really be tryin' to reason with nigga
My first time off the lean, I fell flat on my back screamin', "Damn, I feel it"
I promise I'm not an addict, lil' nigga
We all got different ways of healin'
Minimal cried, only fuck with the villains
It's animals only, she stuck to the ceiling
I'm not a rapper, but if nigga pass me a beat
On B, I'ma come through shittin'
Bow, bow
Go, it don't matter the V, I'ma spin in a Civic
Seen us in person, he realize that this shit get deeper than music
If I call up Lil' Chief, he gon' do it
Bro got a G with attachments included
Bow, bow, metro, we really boomin'
And we got the killas and thooties promotin' the movement
.30s and switches, we spinnin' with buttons and ratchets
Bodies gon' drop when that Ruger hit
Bro in the cut tryin' to break 'em like breadsticks
Free Thunder, my nigga was shootin' shit
Push up on us, watch us get on some stupid shit
Boy, we used to this
Why do thots be shamin' other thots and they both doin' dicks?
Knowin' she be goin' block to block, how could you kiss them lips?
You on some nasty shit
I do not want no ratchet ho, I need a classy bitch
These hoes know I'm him, before I talk, I beat and bag the b—
Slatt, on foe'nem grave, before I talk, I beat and bag the b—
Lil' Mari took your gun, not me, you should be mad at him
I can't even lie, I gave my shorty 'nem a slimin' kit
He see a stain and get excited, that's the slime in him
Hop out of the Honda, walk him down, and put the nine in him
That boy ain't put money in your pockets, but you ridin' him
Guns, we got a lot of them, we scorin' shit like Donovan
At his crib, we got his Addy from a groupie ho
How the fuck you sayin' that you see me? You ain't shoot me though
I don't play in the studio, we ball like Ricky Rubio
Dre gon' do it sober, he don't ever need no Julio
Poppin' gangsta shit, knowin' your homie got his face bust
Don't make a post about it, pick his fuckin' face up
Bae, I want to see you naturally, don't wear no makeup
I'll live with no friends before I live with fake love
Weatherman, thunderclap, the way that fuckin' Drac' bust
We ain't out here movin' loose, 'cause we know nigga hate us
I ain't scared to die, boy, I'm more scared of goin' bankrupt
God forbid I let a goofy nigga come and take us out
Nigga, I'm tryin' to take somethin' down
I-I'm the realer, but I'm sidin' with a hound
We playin' foul, we knockin' nigga out of bounds
Grah, they can't diss us from the ground
