Killin’ Em’ Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Vizzi]


V-Raw, check my whole kick game
Vans on when you see out courtside at a Knicks game
Slice gang, coming at your neck like switchblade
Legends on the rise, your demise will be your mistake
YL, young n*ggas coming if you're fugay
To your toupee, banging on your neck while we're in 2K
So calm down, you f*cked up, you better hope you luck up
Never need a yes man but all these b*tches suck up
Young boy, never in no drama
My hits go a couple commas, your death or dishonor
Young Stacks co-signer, loving my sh*t designer
Jason Voorhees, I'm cutting your ass for nothing
Short-tempered, flame spitter, all ether
Smoking gun, RIP, meet the reaper
6 feet deep, that's where your future lies inside
The pyramid of lost souls, the all seeing eye



[Hook]


Dope, all my sh*t dope
All my sh*t dope
It be that 1-8-7 how I'm Killin Em Off
All my sh*t dope, all my sh*t dope
It be that 1-8-7 how I'm Killin Em Off



[Verse 2: Heat]



Uhmmm, uhmmm,, rum in the shrine
Pun in his prime,, I runs in with time
I'm, uhmm, something on other (?)
Never snuff, snuff ya' b*tch, booty cuff, cuff a (?)
What's the wage? I'm on a different page
Plain folding, different grade, grain, raw, a different age
Not intended for any sales to minors
You're looking too frail to sign a plus
The (?) hot, I forgot to remind ya'
It's looking to bleak to line up
Look, shoot, you lose
Nah n*gga, I'll shoot, you snooze, you'll lose your life
Two rights don't make a wrong
But you'll lose your whole face when it's gone, that's a stake of knife
I'm hot, they not, they cop, or they rot
They rot!!


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vizzi]