Slaughter lyrics

[Intro: Calvary Kylan]
Li Kylan
Li Kylan
Li Kylan, be wildin'
Uh, goddamn

[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
We catch a opp and you know he get slaughtered
b*tches be callin', I don't even bother
f*ckin' that b*tch and I fly her to Florida
In the back in a Benz, my bro in a Charger
21 b*tches, I take 'em, get slaughtered
You playin' this music, you cappin', I'm harder
My bro in the cell, I'ma get him a lawyer
Stand up field, I shoot like a warrior
I'ma go stack on 'em hunnids on hunnids
I got a whole lotta maf*ckin' money
n*ggas be yappin', they talkin' 'bout nothin'
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the-
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the funds
Give mе some Ps, I gotta try-
Give me somе Ps, I gotta try-, uh
Give me some Ps, I gotta try jumpin'

[Verse 1: Calvary Kylan]
Freak ahh bih wan' hit from the back
She wan' Li Kylan, now she want Raq
Try down that deal, I need more racks
n*gga, f*ck that side, we got more hats
Feelin' like fisher, I run up them commas
Sign me a deal and I spent it with momma
When I go to the hood, they treat-
When I go to the hood, treat me like Obama
[Verse 2: RaqBaby]
Treat Raq like Osama
We ain't give a f*ck, we'll shoot at yo' momma
Opps tryna spin my spot when I'm on the game, came out blowin' in pajamas
We with none of that actin' sh*t, but we came for the drama
Lately been f*ckin' 'round, new nasty b*tch, spit on di*k like a lama
Make a diss then we bust 'em, after that f*ck 'em and trunk 'em
We kill old n*ggas too, we got hella rounds for yo' uncle
After I shoot yo' lil' brother, come in the kitchen, shoot at your mother
Me and gang don't backdoor each other, we known to shoot at others
n*gga had tried me like I can't fight, so I had to beat her brother
Only wanna f*ck this hoe for the night, after that I can be her brother
No new n*gga finna come and kick me, we slimin' motherf*cker
Get fat blue face stains, I'ma grimey motherf*cker

[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
We catch a opp and you know he get slaughtered
b*tches be callin', I don't even bother
f*ckin' that b*tch and I fly her to Florida
In the back in a Benz, my bro in a Charger
21 b*tches, I take 'em, get slaughtered
You playin' this music, you cappin', I'm harder
My bro in the cell, I'ma get him a lawyer
Stand up field, I shoot like a warrior
I'ma go stack on 'em hunnids on hunnids
I got a whole lotta maf*ckin' money
n*ggas be yappin', they talkin' 'bout nothin'
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the-
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the funds
Give me some Ps, I gotta try-
Give me some Ps, I gotta try-, uh
Give me some Ps, I gotta try jumpin'