Kill Tek Piece lyrics

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kel-Tec piece three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Chopper go and eat, hidden from y'all
Raised on the east, no front yard
Hundred-round drum, you gon' run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we'll rob a n*gga bando
.223 with a spike like Rambo
Too third-degree, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in the backbone
Big bag on me, I don't put tax on
Pickin' up OG right up on Flat Shoals
Glock, no safety, n*gga, what your MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up, sippin' on Act', no Keystone

[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, diamonds on me
I got the Wock' and I got the tree
n*ggas be hatin', they envying me
I keep the bands on me, oh (Bands)
Yeah, Patek (Patek)
Flashy, put ice on my neck
Just one-night f*cked and I left (I f*cked)
Now, lil' b*tch, I slept, uh (Now, lil' b*tch)
n*ggas be cappin', they lying (Lying)
Big Backwood, I'm flying (I'm flying)
Kel-Tec piece, you dying (Brrt)
Need my bands, it's time (Band, oh)
Shoot at you (Slidin' through)
Damn
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kel-Tec piece three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Chopper go and eat, hidden from y'all
Raised on the east, no front yard
Hundred-round drum, you gon' run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we'll rob a n*gga bando
.223 with a spike like Rambo
Too third-degree, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in the backbone
Big bag on me, I don't put tax on
Pickin' up OG right up on Flat Shoals
Glock, no safety, n*gga, what your MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up, sippin' on Act', no Keystone

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Steppin' in public, that lean in my body (My body)
I take your ho to the tropics
Hey, takin' these doses of molly
Hey, b*tch, I'm the sh*t like a potty
Rock with TheActivist, no, you can't lean on me
Hop on a flight and I switch up the scenery
I know he pus*y, that boy ain't no kin to me (pus*y, pus*y)
Chopper, no safety just for the enemies (Enemies)
n*ggas be talkin' for internet (Internet)
No, I was never too into that (Too into that)
Ayy, Maison Margiela, been into that
And that lil' b*tch so thick, she fit in that (She thick, she thick)
Ayy, pray for the extras (Extras)
Put that lil' ho on a stretcher
Chopper, it's gon' get to bustin' like Vectors
Keep me some weed, codeine, and extras
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kel-Tec piece three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Chopper go and eat, hidden from y'all
Raised on the east, no front yard
Hundred-round drum, you gon' run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we'll rob a n*gga bando
.223 with a spike like Rambo
Too third-degree, beat a n*gga with a hambone
Redbone b*tch, I'ma get in the backbone
Big bag on me, I don't put tax on
Pickin' up OG right up on Flat Shoals
Glock, no safety, n*gga, what your MAC on?
These n*ggas bitin' my swag like Soulja, n*gga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up, sippin' on Act', no Keystone