Killin’ These b*tches lyrics

[Chorus: Tyler Kinng]:
If you can
28 grand
Ten on my neck
Pull on my van
Ya momma ain't playing
She got some more bands
Someone call 911
She killing these b*tches
Killin these b*tches, Killin these b*tches, Killin these b*tches
Killin these b*tches, Killin these b*tches, Killin these b*tches
Killin these b*tches, Killin these b*tches

[Verse 1: Tyler Kinng]:
She killing hoes
She got her own
All in the strip club
You been in this b*tch
She killin these b*tches
Whenever she out
Diamonds all over her
Why the f*ck why would her
She killin, she killin, she killin, she killin, she killin
She killing these hoes
She ----
She go to ya knees like she rolling
Pin her in the groove
The b*tch got a coop
The b*tch don't even know bout it
She gone ball in league like ----
She up and down on the di*k like a hard drive
She gone move in silence ------
You know these b*tches can't see they got cataract
She gone keep a --- on it like she's doing task
Went to church this morning now she selling crack
She got a motherf*cking pitcher where the purse at
b*tch got the dope in her skirt
She gone jump on it then work
Then kicked your ass to the curve
b*tch got the bands in the kitchen
She woke up straight whippin
Straight dope no dishes
She balling like Jordan
But even Mike Jordan be pimping