"Killing" lyrics

Diablo, ELIOZIE & Shakewell Lyrics

"Killing"
(feat. Terror Reid)

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Killing shit, check it, I need it, I want it (Sip)
Bitch need a bag, but she mad 'cause my saucy (Yeah)
Gucci and Cartier all on my body (Yeah)
Plug called me back, he got sixty more Roxies
Ooh, I take that pack and just double up
Two foreign hoes, call it double-duck
Got my double cup posted in the cut
Migo cut the pints, I just serve 'em up

I take the drugs that they rap about (Sip)
Trap move the pack so they say they 'bout (Yeah)
Shawty give me mouth laid up on the couch
Two Perky once then I'm crashin' out (Skrrt)
I fucked your bitch, you can have her back (Yeah)
She sucked my dick, then she scratched my back (She did)
Real pimp shit, movin' like a boss (Boss)
Send me twenty keys, I could ship 'em out (Here we go)
Lidocaine lickin' 'til the face is numb (Yeah)
She gon' serve the squad, nothin' but a slut (Yeah)
Bend the bitch over, put it in her butt (Sip)
Says she Japanese, they the bento box (I did)
Twenty bands of seals, I'ma need 'em all (Yeah)
Half is gone today off this pressure, nah (Here we go)
All my goonies shooters, they no personnel (Yeah)
Really I'm the plug, can't you fucking tell? (Sip, check it)

Look, bitch, the whole world doubted me
Now they proud of me, still there's people who got it out for me
Empowerin', hourly, also my salary
Undoubtedly, unmatched I run it like monopoly (Ching)
Do it properly, honor me, or don't bother me
Honestly, I am causing bodily harm, unlawfully
Probably on your mind and committing some time robbery
I don't ever follow nobody, they all follow me
The enemy of the establishment, the maverick
Comin' in hot with the hazardous shit
In this mothafucka with the baddest bitch
Accurate aim, leave 'em in a staggering trance, for real
Back to back to back deals
While you whack and lackin' that skill
Don't ever touch a mic if you cannot kill (Ayy, you look?)
Any motherfuckin' beat that could pay your bills, feel?

First off, y'all can eat my limp dick like a thin mint
Shawty give me head and got a shin splint (Ooh)
I don't really give a fuck about your new whip (Nah)
I drop a free song, buy your bitch some new tits (Bitch)
Whoa (Ayy), your boy back in it
Killin' all the women with the thizz face
Like I just bit into a lemon
Take a second to examine, R-E-I-D flew in from another planet
Goddammit, Terror always at it
I'm beast with the shawty but I'm like an automatic (An automatic)
I make your hair stand up like static
Always got a back-up fortress in the attic
You fuckin' maggot, give me the cash and I'll bag it
I gotta have it, Jamboree we can have it with the MAC-10s
Spittin' it back at them
Shoot a slug straight through your brain stem, bitch

Killing shit, check it, I need it, I want it (Sip)
Bitch need a bag, but she mad 'cause my saucy (Yeah)
Gucci and Cartier all on my body (Yeah)
Plug called me back, he got sixty more Roxies
Ooh, I take that pack and just double up
Two foreign hoes, call it double-duck
Got my double cup posted in the cut
Migo cut the pints, I just serve 'em up


Writer(s): Justin Sales Koilparampil, Andrew Edward Adolph, Terror Reid, Diablo Diablo, Eliozie Eliozie
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