I Kill For Fun lyrics

by

King Von


[Intro: YNW Melly]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, come on that b*tch like

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
I‘m not psycho, I‘m just conscious
I‘m not rude b*tch, I‘m just honest
I f*cked her in her Balenciagas and then I went to her mama
Then f*cked on her mama, might fly the ho to the islands
I‘m like hold up lil b*tch you wildin‘
I‘m straight out the gutter, y'all straight outta Harlem
You run up on Melly and I‘m bustin‘ your noggin
f*ck n*gga talkin', get your own followers
Loaded the carbon, let the b*tch swallow him
b*tch I’m a demon, b*tch I‘m a killer
Loaded the carbon I‘m all 'bout my skrilla
Robbin' these n*ggas and takin' these n*ggas
Robbin' these n*ggas, but now I‘m on beats
I used to rob n*ggas for their money
Now I‘m killin' n*ggas on the track
Shout out to my young n*gga, Track, huh
I kill a n*gga 'bout that
n*gga got racks, n*gga got racks
B-L-Double O-D, this sh*t like why you always spankin'
I‘m on the NBA Live with the Steph
I kill it for real, this n*gga wasn't braggin'
I loaded the carbon and make this sh*t happen
I look at him like, "n*gga what happened?"
He lookin' at me, that boy tryna flex
I need that boy sittin' dead on the bench
I‘m ballin' for real, your ass on the bench
I remember just gettin' pitched
I was lookin' down, my other pastor booted in the church, ha
Young rich n*gga get money, run up on me your ass get murked, huh
These n*ggas pus*y, I swear I f*cked up, yeah
That boy try run in a skirt, huh
Up the pistol then skrrt, off
These pus*y n*ggas, yeah, they really 'bout to somethin'
n*gga what the f*ck do you mean?
I'm with Kanye in Hawaii, playin' golf
Y'all lil' pus*y ass n*ggas too soft, yeah yeah they soft
I‘m horny, that‘s a warning
Yeah, I'm just gon' pass it to 'Ye, pass it to 'Ye
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Run in the store and I pass it to 'Ye
Goin' goin' 'till I'm passin' away
Goin' strong with a password to safe
Headed down, I don't know how this is late
No, no, don't throw nothin' away
Strong, strong, wanna lead 'em away
b*tches, call but at the end of the day
Hunnid' K is my Minimum Wage
KKK, we gon' fill out the state
Goin' strong at the end of the day
They feelin' the way, I'm feelin' the stage
I'm feelin' the state how I'm killin' the state
I got business today, I got business today
I did it today, where's the debate?
All in my way, I'm on the way
What they say? Hannibal
Rose gold pedestal
Hannibal, edible, Trump
Give it to him, way that I, hold it up
Count it up, surround it up (Haha)
I'm out of luck, count it up
Forget it up, no, they not enough
Run it up, run it up, don't you run it up
Edible, wide eyes, this dude goes for the cheddar
Count it up
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