Kill Tek Piece lyrics
by Hoodrich Pablo Juan
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kill TEC piece, three feet tall, running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya, raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo, knife on the gun, we gon' rob a n*gga bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo, tote it to the grave, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in her backbone, big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up, Glock no safety, n*gga, what ya MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on VLONE
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone
[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, diamonds on me, I got a Wock and I got a tree
n*ggas be hatin', they envying me, I keep the bands on me, oh (Bands)
Yeah, Patek (Patek), that sh*t put ice on my neck (On my neck)
Just went and f*cked and I left (I f*cked her), that lil' b*tch I slept, uh (b*tch)
n*ggas be cappin', they lying (Lying), big backwood, I'm flyin' (I'm flying)
Kill TEC piece, you dyin' (Brr), big rock bands this time
Ooh, shoot at you (Slide through)
Dang
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kill TEC piece, three feet tall, running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya, raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo, knife on the gun, we gon' rob a n*gga bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo, tote it to the grave, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in her backbone, big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up, Glock no safety, n*gga, what ya MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on VLONE
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone
[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Steppin' in public, that lean in my body, I take your heart to the tropics, hey
Takin' these doses of molly, hey, b*tch, I'm the sh*t like a potty
Brought with that Actavis, no, you can't lean on me, hop on the flight and I switch up the scenery
I know he pus*y, that boy ain't no killin' these, chopper off safety just for the enemies
n*ggas, we talkin' for internet, no, I was never too into that
Ayy, Maison Margiela, they into that and L.A. b*tch so thick, she fittin' that
She thick, ayy, pay for the extras, put that little ho on a stretcher
Choppa gon' get it bustin' like Vectis, give me some weed, codeine, and extras
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kill TEC piece, three feet tall, running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya, raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo, knife on the gun, we gon' rob a n*gga bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo, tote it to the grave, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in her backbone, big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up, Glock no safety, n*gga, what ya MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on VLONE
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone