KillJoy lyrics

[Intro: ASSASIN]
Yo, Eli what the f*ck
Is this Glvck?
ASSASIN, grrah
Geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek
8OH, 8OH (Gang)
We gon' spin through the 'Bridge and leave 'em in the river

[Chorus: Rah Gzz]
Killjoy
When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy
See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy
f*ck the opps we gon' spin [?]
Give a f*ck if he died, that's a drill boy
Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy
And I got a Glock, big noise
Ain't no Fiji, but her pus*y get real moist
Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots
LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top
With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's
If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza
Oh that boy [?], some Zaza
Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's
Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars
Catch a [?] thеn I dip, holla
[Verse: 2 ASSASIN & Rah Gzz, ]
Free bro Pop Shotta,
Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'еm,
That's, that's a opp right there, we spot 'em
No Spottem, but n*gga we got 'em
And I stick to the code like a locker
And her pus*y so ugh, pasta
I tote me a knock like Ibaka
I'm a rebel, he shoot 'til the cops come
n*gga empty them, showin' his taco
I got hollows for a n*gga like Deebo
n*gga dump that sh*t then we reload
Hope b*tches don't look through that peep hole
Wet 'em up lil' n*gga, no Nemo
Deuce-deuce and I score, that's a free throw

[Verse 3: Rah Gzz]
Deuce-deuce I'ma score no free throw
See me a opp, yeah them bullets get lethal
Get to kicking like Curry from 3 though
He got hit in this head, that's a cheat code
We gon' f*ck on his b*tch, tell her eat those
If we spin then I spin, that's my brother
With this .9 on my hip then I'm aimin' like butter
And bro got the .45
So we spinnin' all night tryna take more then four lives
We gon' spin wit' like four nines
[Verse 4: ASSASIN]
And gon' spin through the 3rd, you know that it's war time
She a baby, I need mine
Well see n*ggas is snitchin' so we calling 'em 6ix9ine
Free the guys doin' real time
The Rey' right there, bend that
Throw bullets, these n*ggas better catch that
f*ck fitted's, we aim for they dad hat
And they n*ggas still ain't get back
And all my opps they link, and bums
Like, when did yall really put on?
They droppin and droppin' these songs
Like when ya'll gon' put on?
(And all my opps they link, and bums
Like, when did yall really put on?
They droppin and droppin' these songs)

[Chorus: Rah Gzz]
Killjoy
When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy
See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy
f*ck the opps we gon' spin [?]
Give a f*ck if he died, that's a drill boy
Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy
And I got a Glock, big noise
Ain't no Fiji, but her pus*y get real moist
Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots
LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top
With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's
If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza
Oh that boy [?], some Zaza
Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's
Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars
Catch a [?] then I dip, holla
[Outro: Rah Gzz]
Free bro Pop Shotta
Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'em
We got 'em
Suck my di*k
Don't come to my block in that f*ckin' V' man
Ya'll know what's in the f*ckin' coat
8OH, 8OH