Killstreaking lyrics

[Intro]
(LEZ!)

[Chorus]
I’m killstreaking, what’s my body count?
Just trying to see a lot of zeros in my bank account
Let’s keep the mowers in the grass, too many snakes around
They wasn’t messing with my style so n*ggas hate me now, I’m feeling extra wild
Don’t get c*cky, this a throwaway
I don’t do capping in my bars, my words are lowercased
Come learn a lesson, I’m the teacher, you the protege
They couldn’t keep a n*gga down, a n*gga overcame (JTC, talk to them)

[Verse 1]
JTC, just too cool but right now I’m feeling hot
This ain’t bout no liquor store but my n*ggas giving shots
Only keep the real around me, move the fake sh*t off the block
She drop it low, spin like a top
My circle small so f*ck the opps
All I do is exotic sh*t, exotic smoke , exotic Glocks
She gone whip it out my pants and give a jhit exotic slop
Riding round inside the Buick, spend it all, get it back
You don’t want no smoke boy, leave them Swishers in the pack
If I throw them f*cking bullets , who gone catch it? (Catch it)
Hit a n*gga for his cuban, took a picture with the necklace
I’m so reckless, pockets getting big, they looking just like Precious
Tryna rock out with them bands and leave him stretched out on the stretcher

[Chorus]
I’m killstreaking, what’s my body count?
Just trying to see a lot of zeros in my bank account
Let’s keep the mowers in the grass, too many snakes around
They wasn’t messing with my style so n*ggas hate me now, I’m feeling extra wild
Don’t get c*cky, this a throwaway
I don’t do capping in my bars, my words are lowercased
Come learn a lesson, I’m the teacher, you the protege
They couldn’t keep a n*gga down, a n*gga overcame (JTC, talk to them)

[Verse 2]
Grinding just like Tony Hawk, jump out with a skateboard
What the f*ck? How the f*ck they let them Eagleboys take more?
Lean inside my styrofoam, I’m tryna take course
Baby girl, go put your clothes back on, don’t really want the whore
(Huh, b*tch) You was just a fan, steady dissing on them Eagleboys, won’t see your mans again
Riding round inside the sprinter van, you hoes cannot get in
Sending disses on the net, b*tch, you know you got me bent
High up in this motherf*cker, exotic drugs up in this motherf*cker
Someone grab the cup
I got dummies going ‘tarded , they don’t really give no f*cks
Out the swamps with all the gators, Country boy been zooted up
[Chorus]
I’m killstreaking, what’s my body count?
Just trying to see a lot of zeros in my bank account
Let’s keep the mowers in the grass, too many snakes around
They wasn’t messing with my style so n*ggas hate me now, I’m feeling extra wild
Don’t get c*cky, this a throwaway
I don’t do capping in my bars, my words are lowercased
Come learn a lesson, I’m the teacher, you the protege
They couldn’t keep a n*gga down, a n*gga overcame (JTC, talk to them)