Killin’ Off lyrics

[Intro]
So n*ggas hit me like, "What you on?"

[Chorus]
I'm probably cuttin' pebbles or stockin' nettles
Or playin' with some other devils on other levels
Trap champs, I need medals
I lost more money than some bust down bezels
I still love the nasty with the dark brown freckles
Free my n*gga, Senime Scotty, I made treble
I got the lions bumpin' like Neville
Boondocks baby going crazy, I'm a rebel
They had me putttin' noodles in the kettle

[Verse 1]
I've got cake like Eccles
You ever seen a cat try and pin and hit a vessel?
Fightin' for his life tryna wrestle
When I'm rappin' somethin' special, I could never settle
Push rock and cop heavy metal
I gotta do it for the ghetto
I popped out like, "Hello"
n*ggas get the MO, that's what I call a demo
Over thousand meetings with plugs in my semo
sh*t, I must've made a killin' off of caffeine and Beno
No comment, N-O, MO
[Refrain]
Must've made a killin' of B's
Harvey Nick's and JD made a killin' of Meekz
Now I make a killin' when I'm killin' off beats

[Verse 2: Meekz]
And n*ggas robbed their own n*ggas, sh*t's real in the streets
sh*t's real on the road
Free my hitter P Wizzy, made a milli' of grows
Yo, tell me, "Slow down", I made a killin' off clothes (It's alright, I made a killin' off phones)
Them man are old and going broke and puttin' sh*t up their nose
Their ain't nothin' for free, can't give them the flows
Lil' b*tch wantin' di*k, she probably give me the dose
But I ain't sittin' with hoes, ask the women I know
I gotta kick down doors, no one gave me the code
But my lyrics are cold, I got that shivery tone
Argh, I made a killin' off crack
It's all right, I made a killin' off rap
Three years sittin' down, I can't chill on my back
The worst thing I ever did was chill in my trap
And flashbacks keep bringin' them back
Them missed calls, I ain't ringin' it back (I'm puttin' money on my back)
Why I'm swingin' the flag?

[Refrain: Meekz]
Must've made a killin' of B's
Harvey Nick's and JD made a killin' of Meekz
Now I make a killin' when I'm killin' off beats
(Then n*ggas hit me like, "What you on?")
[Chorus: Meekz]
I'm probably cuttin' pebbles or stockin' nettles
Or playin' with some other devils on other levels
Trap champs, I need medals
I lost more money than some bust down bezels
I still love the nasty with the dark brown freckles
Free my n*gga, Senime Scotty, I made treble
I got the lions bumpin' like Neville
Boondocks baby going crazy, I'm a rebel (They had me putttin' noodles in the kettle)

[Outro: Dave]
I'm like Meekz, bro, I won't stop, can't stop