"Wanna Kill" lyrics
(Shout out Cxto)
(Yeah, Cxto)
Hol' on, Perc' 10
Finna go spin that Benz, I got that Desert Eagle
Fucked up, when I'm off these drugs. I'm thinking 'bout shit, evil
Hot-box, hit up wit' them sticks, and everybody geekin'
AR hold a .223, we spinnin', you cannot defeat it
Hit a nigga up, his mama cryin', asking', "What's the reason?"
Snuck in with a .30, and it's poking, yeah, just like a needle
Shooter make him turn his life around, give praise to the Deacon
MAC-10, pull up on his block, 'Control-Alt-Delete' them
Youngin' trippin, he just wanna kill, wanna shoot at people
Nigga think I'm playin', got that switch, it's in a two-door Reaper
Catch a opp', make him disappear, smoke him like Sativa
Stay up out the streets if y'een ready to meet this fuckin' pistol
Glizzy hold a .30 I ain't tryna clique up wit these niggas
All my opps, they dead as fuck
Goddamn, we spin'd on every nigga
Nigga tried to score, but he couldn't do it, we killed all his hitters
Shooter got my back, I got his back, I'm right behind, my nigga
I'm right behind, my nigga
We gon' pull up, we gon' find you, nigga
Pradabag
Pradabag
How the hell the pussy talkin bout slime, bitch yo dad a preacher
Why the hell these niggas dropping dimes, I can't stand these niggas
On a opp block, pull up fine, I don't care bout niggas
Lean same color as some wine, we sip dirty [?]
Spin a ride, twin backseat, nigga gon hop out gunnin
Nigga thought I ran this shit up quick, been a long time coming
Foreign freak hoe, at the spot, just flew in from London
RL gang get that plannin, young nigga up to sum
Take off all ya'll guys, gon shoot this stick until its number one
AR Glocks spin shawty pull up trippin we got every gun
These hoes wanna fuck young Pradabag because he having fun
AR with extensions pull up trippin we kill everyone
Youngin trippin, he jus wanna kill, when I shoot at people
Nigga think I'm playin got that switch it's in a two-door Reaper
Catch a opp, make him disappear, smoke em like Sativa
Stay up out the streets if you ain't ready meet that fuckin pistol
Glizzy hold a 30 I ain't tryna clique up wit these niggas
All my pops dead as fuck goddamn we spin on every nigga
Nigga tried to score but he couldn't do it we killed all they hittas
Shooter got my back, I got his back, I'm right behind my nigga
(Yeah, Cxto)
Hol' on, Perc' 10
Finna go spin that Benz, I got that Desert Eagle
Fucked up, when I'm off these drugs. I'm thinking 'bout shit, evil
Hot-box, hit up wit' them sticks, and everybody geekin'
AR hold a .223, we spinnin', you cannot defeat it
Hit a nigga up, his mama cryin', asking', "What's the reason?"
Snuck in with a .30, and it's poking, yeah, just like a needle
Shooter make him turn his life around, give praise to the Deacon
MAC-10, pull up on his block, 'Control-Alt-Delete' them
Youngin' trippin, he just wanna kill, wanna shoot at people
Nigga think I'm playin', got that switch, it's in a two-door Reaper
Catch a opp', make him disappear, smoke him like Sativa
Stay up out the streets if y'een ready to meet this fuckin' pistol
Glizzy hold a .30 I ain't tryna clique up wit these niggas
All my opps, they dead as fuck
Goddamn, we spin'd on every nigga
Nigga tried to score, but he couldn't do it, we killed all his hitters
Shooter got my back, I got his back, I'm right behind, my nigga
I'm right behind, my nigga
We gon' pull up, we gon' find you, nigga
Pradabag
Pradabag
How the hell the pussy talkin bout slime, bitch yo dad a preacher
Why the hell these niggas dropping dimes, I can't stand these niggas
On a opp block, pull up fine, I don't care bout niggas
Lean same color as some wine, we sip dirty [?]
Spin a ride, twin backseat, nigga gon hop out gunnin
Nigga thought I ran this shit up quick, been a long time coming
Foreign freak hoe, at the spot, just flew in from London
RL gang get that plannin, young nigga up to sum
Take off all ya'll guys, gon shoot this stick until its number one
AR Glocks spin shawty pull up trippin we got every gun
These hoes wanna fuck young Pradabag because he having fun
AR with extensions pull up trippin we kill everyone
Youngin trippin, he jus wanna kill, when I shoot at people
Nigga think I'm playin got that switch it's in a two-door Reaper
Catch a opp, make him disappear, smoke em like Sativa
Stay up out the streets if you ain't ready meet that fuckin pistol
Glizzy hold a 30 I ain't tryna clique up wit these niggas
All my pops dead as fuck goddamn we spin on every nigga
Nigga tried to score but he couldn't do it we killed all they hittas
Shooter got my back, I got his back, I'm right behind my nigga
