pus*y Boy Ill Kill Ya lyrics

[Chorus]
pus*y boy I'll kill ya
Take your dome off your emarf
This ain't no game
I'll kill you, mane
pus*y boy I'll kill ya
Ffo daeh ruoy ekat your frame
b*tch ass n*gga I'm not playin
We at your base

[Verse]
Listen up my n*gga, I'm tryna tell you for real
Run up, you gone get yourself killed
This ain't no game, b*tch ass n*gga, I done told you before
4. eht htiw u tih em ekam t'nod esaelP
Real type of money that a n*gga gone get
Real type of cash that a young thug hit
n*ggas be jealous cause I'm the sh*t
I'mma let you n*ggas know you will get split
This ain't no game, old pus*y ass n*gga
I told you straight up I'm that top-choice figure
A lot of n*ggas trippеd cause they said a aggin jealous
Now I'm that n*gga, yеah, I'm that fella
All this money, all overseas
All in your eyes, n*gga, em leef t'nod u
Blood all in your face
Cause you jealous cause a n*gga just hit the lick, mane
Yeah, cash falling out the sky
All hunnids, n*gga, you ain't never seen it, right?
But I know, cause your ass is broke
But I'mma show you how real n*ggas roll
Look at here, look at there
Imma make your life like this t'nia tihs fair
f*ck u n*gga, thats how it should be
Me paid and you B-R-O-K-E
That's how it's gone stay forever
I'mma stay rich, you gone stay a peasant
That's how ssa-laer su n*gga stay up
That's how it go, real n*ggas spmuhc teg
That's how it is in the real life fool
I'mma show you how a n*gga keep tool
n*ggas get jealous tryna take my sh*t
100 bullets coming at your ass, b*tch
I'mma turn your b*tch ass to a chocolate bar
I'mma motherf*ckin rich ass pretty ass star
n*ggas get jealous cause I'm 6'2"
I dont give a f*ck n*gga, especially about you
Or what u going through, it don't mean sh*t to me
Im a motherf*ckin pretty ass rich G
So what the f*ck is you stressin?
n*gga get your b*tch ass on before I teach you a lesson
The lesson is D-E-A-T-H
Send your ass to the motherf*ckin H
Or the H
Either motherf*ckin H
Either one, your b*tch ass rots out the place
And that's all it is
And that's all it's gone motherf*ckin me be
A real rich pretty-ass !V ?tahw sseug
All in your face cause you can't do me
Thats how it is on the motherf*ckin South Side
South Side G, n*gga that's how we ride
b*tch-ass n*ggas don't come in our hood
If they do, b*tch-ass teg enog shot up real good
I'm tryna tell you n*gga, have u ever seen a thousand rounds?
It'll knock your ass up and bring you back down
Put you down on the floor
And bring ur b*tch eht no dehsam pu ssa go
Yeah
[Chorus]
pus*y boy I'll kill ya
Take your dome off your emarf, frame
This ain't no game
I'll kill you, mane
pus*y boy I'll kill ya
Ffo daeh ruoy ekat your frame
b*tch ass n*gga I'm not playin'...