KILLER lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been with the cannon, I've been with the smoke
The Glock's fully loaded, I'm upping the pole
It's not to December, but I'm seeing snow
Too much in your mouth, b*tch it's making you choke
Pull up with gang and we banging some sh*t
You not a real gangster, stop playing like it
Walk in the party, we gang in this b*tch
I'm sipping up dirty with froze on my wrist
I got a clip, aye, aye
You can get clipped, aye
Pull up with sticks, aye, aye
I let it hit, aye
I'm dawgging that b*tch, aye
I'm dawgging that b*tch
Big 83 we can get this sh*t cracking
I make his head disappear like some magic
No competition, these rappers are faggots
You don't want static, I'm causing havoc
My Glock had a seizure, I make it start spazzing
I grip on the ratchet unloading the jacket
And [?] are tragic I catch him in traffic
Shoot at his house I look like the reaper
I got me a nina, shawty turn red when I see her
I make her turn blue then I reel
I pull up and swerve, stomping his face on the curb
She gimme the urge
I feel like Michael, kill like I'm Jason
Kidnap that b*tch, bring 'em straight to the basement
Me and this rifle, we looking adjacent
Hit up my phone, come shot at the Kpins
Lean in my cup, b*tch, I'm sipping on syrup
[Verse 2]
I'm off of this earth, late in the night when I lurk
Shawty come show me your worst
I'm making her purr, I'm tryna get in her purse
Talk down on my name, that's a curse
I wish you the worst, I'm finna put blow in a hearse

[Verse 3]
Sniffing on coke, b*tch, I'm sniffing on ether
I got a heater, that pus*y slide down, lemme eat her
Now I'm getting eager, you built like a lemur
I'm f*cking one time, I don't need her
Dogging that b*tch in the jace
I wanna race, shawty I want me a Wraith
If he acting to serious, I hit him with 8
Taking my Glock on a date
Think it belongs in a cage

[Verse 4]
I'm tryna get in her ribcage
[?] Rock make her flip (aye)
I got the Glock and the clip (aye)
I'm high off the acid, I don't give f*ck
I got Dimethyltryptamine up in my lungs
And this ain't no band, but I got me a drum
Ima tie the rope from the tree where you hung
Know when I talk you can see in my tongue
Up the pistol, b*tch, I need a refund