Killa lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah
This goes out for all y'all motherf*ckin' players
All y'all lame ass n*ggas
Player hatin' ass b*tches
Gon get y'all ass stuck up, keep on f*ckin' with a real n*gga, know what I'm sayin'
I've finna do this sh*t like this, right here
For all y'all rich ass n*ggas
'Cause a broke motherf*cker gon take care of his business, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, my n*gga Lil Sko in the house
Yeah, we fina drop this sh*t down, like this right here, know what I'm sayin
It's like this, right here, b*tch

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hangin' by the bushes, on the track
'Cause they don't see, I stoop
Down, while my b*tch sweat this n*gga in a Lexus coupe
What he don't know, won't hurt 'em
Just to scarе the trick, get yo' ass out the f*ckin' car, bеfore I shoot you, b*tch
Lay 'em on the curb, 'cause this one, it's just a trick or treat
Stuck up my ho too, just to make the sh*t look real sweet, then I jump in his coupe
Dropped out my hooptie, then I scoop my ho
Just a small plan, that'll take care, when I'm goin' broke
Deep in the Wood, up to no good
Twelve gauge in my trunk, high off the skunk
Make me anxiously, to shoot my pump
Everybody for they self, ain't sharin sh*t, you see
Take your own charge, 'cause I'm snitchin', if they thinks it's me
n*ggas they thinkin' I'm trippin'
I'm breakin bad, faster than you can imagine
I'm keepin' my mask in my pocket
To dodge all the police, I'll jump in the trash can
Lizzame, clizzick, tizzo mizzouth, trizzunk is trizzil
'til the sh*t cool out quick, I'm up on that mission, b*tch
[Chorus]
Uh, on god, we doin' this right
Uh, uh, on god, we doin' this right
Uh, on god, we doin'
Uh, on god, we doin'
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, on god, we doin'

[Verse 2: Lil Sko]
This is a robbery, don't make this to no murder, fool
Just do what I say and everythin' will stay cool
Lay face down, on the ground do not make a sound
Load up my tone, for a motherf*ckin' extra round
Tie up the guards and leave 'em in the back room
They'll be no witnesses, 'cause that's what I assume
Where is the combination to the f*ckin' safe?
And all that extra cheese, that you hidin' in a safe place
Call off the cops and keep the helicopter comin'
Meet my demands and commands, or I'm gunnin'
b*tches first, n*ggas last, when I blast
As I was cappin', cops busted in fast
I want my body full of lead, when they bury me
I want tone right beside me, when they carry me
That just a go to show, you cops got it sowed up
I was a victim, in my own f*ckin' hold up
[Chorus]
Uh, on god, we doin' this right
Uh, on god, we doin' this right
Uh, on god, we doin' this right
Uh, Uh, on god, we doin' this right

[Interlude]
They call me Killa
Goin' in to rob this store
Ay, everythin' tell me, right now
They call me Killa

[Verse 3: Lil Gin]
Rollin' in my pimpin' ain't no tellin', what I'm finna do
My beeper, just start beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these n*ggas stangin'
I'm strapped, b*tch, don't trip
'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alizé
Sprayin' that cherry spray, I'm blowin' my heater while I'm cheifin' hay
Made it to my designation, then I grip my cellular
n*gga, where your ass at?
Then I load my f*ckin' gat
Lookin' through my rearview, then a shawty pulled up, thats the man
Steppin' out the car kinda slow, with a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy, when he opened it
Once I reach, then I see n*ggas out of nowhere with them TEC's
Thinkin' kinda fast but reachin' slow to grip my f*ckin' gun
Soon as I open my trench
Boom, boom, boom, to my f*ckin' arm
That let's you know, not to go out like no sucker
'Cause when you dealin' dope, somebody else is on they f*ckin' hustle