Kill Tek Piece (Original Version) lyrics

by

Lil Mosey


[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kel-Tec piece three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Chopper go and eat, hidden from y'all
Raised on the east, no front yard
Hundred-round drum, you gon' run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we'll rob a n*gga bando
.223 with a spike like Rambo
So third-degree, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in the backbone
Big bag on me, I don't put tax on
Pickin' up OG right up on Flat Shoals
Glock, no safety, n*gga, what your MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up, sippin' on Act', no Keystonе

[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, six on a new fit, fifty for a drop-top
I was off a bean, thе Tech made me Wock' talk
Never been a lame, ain't sh*t to make her top drop
Smokin' on gas, 'Wood how I lift off
Still poppin' Xans, 2018
Pour up the lean, got me stuck in a dream
Started hittin' licks back in 2014
I got the ice on me, drip in Celine (Damn)
Flawless, came in off a hun' (Hun')
Me and my n*ggas still drippin' for fun (Fun)
Been knew I was the one (One)
Still got n*ggas on the run (Yeah)
Still got money, but I f*ck your ho
I still flip work off a new iPhone
I ain't said sh*t but you already know
Certified hit off of rockstar flow
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kel-Tec piece three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Chopper go and eat, hidden from y'all
Raised on the east, no front yard
Hundred-round drum, you gon' run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we'll rob a n*gga bando
.223 with a spike like Rambo
So third-degree, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in the backbone
Big bag on me, I don't put tax on
Pickin' up OG right up on Flat Shoals
Glock, no safety, n*gga, what your MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up, sippin' on Act', no Keystone

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Steppin' in public, that lean in my body (My body)
I take your ho to the tropics
Hey, takin' these doses of molly
Hey, b*tch, I'm the sh*t like a potty
Rock with TheActivist, no, you can't lean on me
Hop on a flight and I switch up the scenery
I know he pus*y, that boy ain't no kin to me (pus*y, pus*y)
Chopper, no safety just for the enemies (Enemies)
n*ggas be talkin' for internet (Internet)
No, I was never too into that (Too into that)
Ayy, Maison Margiela, been into that
And that lil' b*tch so thick, she fit in that (She thick, she thick)
Ayy, pray for the extras (Extras)
Put that lil' ho on a stretcher
Chopper, it's gon' get to bustin' like Vectors
Keep me some weed, codeine, and extras
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kel-Tec piece three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Chopper go and eat, hidden from y'all
Raised on the east, no front yard
Hundred-round drum, you gon' run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we'll rob a n*gga bando
.223 with a spike like Rambo
So third-degree, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in the backbone
Big bag on me, I don't put tax on
Pickin' up OG right up on Flat Shoals
Glock, no safety, n*gga, what your MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up, sippin' on Act', no Keystone
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