Not A Killa lyrics

[Intro: Lil King]
Free the clan, we the f*ckin' clan, n*gga
Come here, come here

[Verse 1: Lil King]
Them n*ggas is not no killers (They not no killers)
They don't be outside tryna catch somethin' (Tryna catch somethin')
b*tch, I was outside in the back of the car with a chop in my hand tryna stretch somethin' (I was out tryna stretch somethin')
I don't tolerate none of that tough sh*t, n*gga (At all), all of my opps gettin' stepped on (Gettin' stepped on)
My ex b*tch went and f*cked one of the opps, I ain't trippin', I ran up a check on her (I ran up a check)
That papеr gon' keep comin' in, give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch, I could buy four (Buy four)
And honestly, if it's a problem with n*ggas, wе pullin' up to they front door (Pullin' up right to they front door)
But honestly, n*ggas ain't never on sh*t, I know the n*ggas don't want war (At all)
I watched my lil' brother stand over and blitz, we in traffic with switch tryna up score (Tryna up score)
Tryna bang a n*gga, hop out and change a n*gga, shoot 'til it's no more (Okay)
Real dangerous n*gga, don't say the wrong thing, you know we put sh*t on the floor (n*gga, you could get changed)
Reach for this chain, you know you a dead man walkin', b*tch, you ain't gon' get to the door
I turned a rachet b*tch into an Instagram model, she always want Christian Dior (Okay, okay)
I bought a lot of sh*t, I spent a whole lot of money for nothin', I'm switchin' the topic
If brodie hop out with a Drac' and he put that b*tch right to your face, you would think it's a rocket (Come here)
I'm rollin' up dead n*ggas and smokin' on opps in the Wraith, boy, this sh*t got me nauseous
Out at concerts sippin' on drank, Backwoods to the face, I might f*ck around, start me a mosh pit

[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
Alright, come on
The opps just dropped 'em a song and ain't get no views, boy, that sh*t is not it (Weak as f*ck)
Caught him in traffic, shot that b*tch so many times, now he gotta get his car fixed (Come here, rrah, rrah, rrah, damn)
She done ate di*k from West to South (The f*ck?), f*ck I look like callin' her my b*tch?
This fresh off the Pad, but I put me a window up in it, so I treat it like my whip
Right now how I'm feelin', don't care who the lil' n*ggas is, when we catch him, we kill him (Killin' his ass)
You could go ask, after I signed my deal, I was still out spinnin' with Drilla (That sh*t don't change)
b*tch, it's Amiri my jeans and Lanvin my kicks, your boyfriend shop at Vila (His broke ass)
What's up in the clip, this b*tch got colorful tips, this here put down a gorilla (You know that)
We layin' the belt on the opps, they wavin' the flag, we makin' them n*ggas surrender (They b*tch ass)
Hit his ass three different ways with three different K's, we put his dumb ass in a blender
Whenever I bounce on the opps, tryna hit me a top, I be aimin' that b*tch at the center (Head)
Whenever I do me a show, I feel like Lil Durk, got three hundred shots in the Sprinter
We killed that n*gga on camera, go check it out, they posted that sh*t on Twitter
Hit his all in his stomach, he stand up to sh*t, he don't even gotta go to the sh*tter
Blew through four hundred thousand, I ain't had no other choice but to go get richer (Come on)
Come where, where you goin'? The way that I bounce out throwin', they say that I look like a pitcher (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
I'm up in L.A., uppin' a hundred in blues, you would think that I play for the Clippers (n*gga, I'm rich as a b*tch)
I'm really confused, I wanna be rich as a b*tch, why everybody wanna be killers? (The f*ck?)
I late for my flight, runnin' all through the airport, so, no, I cannot take pictures (No)
She say, "Von, is you finna fly me out?" b*tch, go jump in the river, gang (You better off killin' yourself, b*tch, you dumb as f*ck)
[Outro: Vonoff1700]
Turnt up, not turnt up, n*gga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up
Ayy, King, go get his ass