"Kill For" lyrics

That steel for
(48kHz)
That's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for
(Stxnk, you hard)
What you kill for, like, what you kill for

Like, what you kill for, ay, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for, like, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Like, what you kill for, ay, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for, like, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh

Oh, we got lots of hammers, we tryna nail 'em like a roof
My shooter got a PayPal and for a bag he down to shoot
Quin will knock 'em off the map, but my conscious won't let him do
He told me "Say the word, big bruh, and Imma step without the boots"
But this from me to you, we got hella scraps, so pick and choose
He picked the broom, so get out the way, my nigga sweepin' through
Peekaboo, pop out with them sticks just like the clean up crew
Finesse kids, so we gon' pull a prank, got him, no "April Fool's"
He got that tough guy talk, but mango sweet, no he ain't tough enough
Catch him one on one, he gon' get bullets, might just rough him up
Flashin' all them canons, we extort him, make him cough it up
Kush fill up his lungs, he want no smoke, then why you puff it up
They say if it goes up, it must come down, but nah, this shit here stuck
Gucci's runnin' wild without no head, so it's wack or duck
Play your cards right, cause if you don't then Imma call a bluff
Always know it spins, so we step until they had enough

Like, what you kill for, ay, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for, like, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Like, what you kill for, ay, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for, like, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh

Ay, look
Ay, I got too much love, I'm tryna spread it 'cross the map
A nigga put on shows and like an audience, they be gettin' clapped
All on FaceBook, they playin' tough, they do it for this app
Social media thugs, but in reality that shit be cap
Ain't too hard to find out where I be, somewhere in the trap
Quin be on some dyke shit, I do too, cause I'm gon' keep a strap
Ring around the rosey, how we spin, make 'em catch a lap
We be in the wind, why you sleepin', it fuck up ya nap
He hollerin' 'bout the smoke then leave it up, I guess it's that
Steppin' on my Will Smith shit, get dressed in black
Hidin' in that shell, he need to come up out the habitat
My shooter want his head, no calling off, no we ain't havin' that
Oh, we gon' pull up in a minivan, boy, this bitch, it splat
Any field, we out to play for keeps, it ain't no tippy tap
Tryna sweep his block once again, so we double back
Don't leave a trace, clear the whole scene, then it's time to scratch

Like, what you kill for, ay, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for, like, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Like, what you kill for, ay, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh
Ay, what you kill for, like, what we steal for
Ride 'round with that steel for, that's how we live, bruh