Killaz lyrics

[Intro]

You know where them n*ggas at
I know where them n*ggas at (foenem)
I know where them killaz at
You know where them hittas at (KidWond3r You Made This Beat Dang) You know where them hittas at
I know where them killaz at (i know where them killaz )
(skrt skrt b*tch) GANG!
I know where them n*ggas at
I know where them hittas at
I know where them hittas at
You know where them hittas at
Where them hittas at
Where them killaz at (b*tch)

[Hook]

You know where them hittas at, out west where my killaz at
He Callin talm bout squashin beef, n*gga we ain't hearing that n*ggas come and slide on ya, Ride on ya, hollow tips inside of you, don't call yo homie phone he can't answer cause he died on ya, (gang)
I know where them hittas at
I know where them hittas at
I know where them killlaz at
I know where them killaz at

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
You know where my n*ggas at
Thats where they pull triggers at
I know that ain't that n*gga that was woofin' on the internet
I heard you know where that n*gga stay and you ain't kill em yet
Don't make me call them shooters, kick yo door and punch yo sh*t back
He ain't with it, he just talking sh*t, he need a tic-tac
This mac 11 split yo ass in half like a kit-kat
Lil n*gga we gone ride on ya, slide on ya, glide on ya
Roll the windows down and open fire on ya (fire on ya)
Ya big homie a killa, these bullets make him retire on ya
Undercover n*gga, you snitchin' might have a wire on ya
Drive-by's, cruisin with SK's and 45's
I got mob ties, b*tch im a killa in every ops eyes
Shots fired, b*tch its a man down on yo side
We got [?] high off the molly, b*tch i got frog eyes
b*tch I gang bang , b*tch Im the Al Capon of the west side
b*tch my Chain hang, diamonds be shinning, f*ckin up yo eyes

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SG BATMAN]

Yo homie testified on ya, lied on ya make me come and slide on ya
Get to call the paramedics, cause yo brains wide open
b*tch im off a flat, it got my eyes open, wide open (Ughhh)
b*tch you better watch yo mouth, cause you know them guys totin (Ughh)
b*tch im Glock totin, block postin, say we ain't the hottest, boy you rock smoking, (b*tch)
Call yo b*tch phone, she can't answer cause she c*ck chokin
Choppa keep on spittin, that b*tch outspoken
Im outwest where them killaz at, n*ggas that really drillin that
He talkin allat bro, we ain't on that sh*t, we ain't really feeling that
When I was in that jam, i threw my gang up
Call my phone and you ain't talkin money, b*tch i hang up
A couple [?] A couple M's couldn't even change us
I lost some n*ggas, sippin on this hen it kill the pain up
Real 4ch gang member, i be with real gang members
He wanna jump up off that porch until them hollows hit em
[Hook]