‎gomd/kill em wit kindness/no respect lyrics

by

tana



[Sample: Slump6s]
Got no respect for a b*tch, n*gga
Got no respect for a ho, n*gga
This sh*t for the fans, you a joke, n*gga
I'ma put this n*gga in timeout
Like a b*tch, n*gga, what is you cryin' 'bout?
That's a lot of sh*t n*ggas been quiet about
Ayy,-

[Intro]
(Nephilim)
I'm tryna find out what the f*ck this n*gga talkin' about
What the f*ck?
This n*gga on some crybaby ass sh*t
Get the f*ck on, what the f*ck n*gga?
Mhm

[Verse]
Say you ain't go no respect, mhm?
We sending shots to ya vest
You with your ho? Headshot to ya b*tch, hold on
Get off my di*k, I put ya advance on my wrist
I hop out the van, with that stick
These n*ggas be fans, and they switched up on me
Ooh, I see I got Namil mad
I smoke that sh*t, you feel that
Gang in L.A., smokin' on that real pack (Ooh)
Backshot, shoot 'em in the rear
Headshot, taking off ya ear
You lame ass n*ggas be queer
If I say my side of the story, you wеird
Pull off in a lear, pushin' them gears
I'm in ya' city, I'm hеre, b*tch
Just drop the addy, I'm there, quick
Ain't said sh*t, and I still got 'em p*ssed off (Uh)
Pillow talkin' to them b*tches
A young n*gga, gettin' riches
If I said it, then I meant it, so pick yo' side
He on live talkin' all that sh*t, so we pull up quick, make a n*gga zip it
Know a couple n*ggas totin' sticks, boy, you ain't on sh*t, lil' n*gga quit it
Peep the stats, ain't that 'bout a b*tch, Mortal Kombat, lil' n*gga, finished
Catch a lil' n*gga, fessin' up
Ran up all them plays, you cannot catch up
Leave him seein' red, n*gga, like ketchup
Hit him in his head, I don't give a f*ck
Tell lil' 'Wes, keep his head up
Wildin' on the net, n*gga fed up
Need a fast break, so I sped up
400K, you ain't catchin' up
n*gga sad, playin' victim
Lex off the map, know you miss him
My pockets fat, n*gga, yours slim
Antisocial check, n*gga, 10 mill'
They tried played me as the bad guy, so I'm movin' like a villain
n*gga talk hot on that loud ass diss song, we don't even hear him
I just keep it pushin', and I'm totin' bullets, lil' n*gga, yeah, that's real spill (Bah, bah, bah)
You should keep it pushin', thinkin' you a bully n*gga, I'm the one got you a deal
But I kept it player, I ain't say nun', so who really real?
And I'm killin' all these n*ggas, with the kindness, 'cause I made yo' career (Ooh, ha)
[Outro]
Made yo' career (Ooh)
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