Toronto
SL, Killy
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We doin' him rude We don't do recruits If he shoots, bring him through All the killy's oot Let him know, what we do Where we go Listen, look Ugly We doin' him rude (ugly) We don't do recruits If he shoots, bring him through (yeah) All the Killy's oot Let him know, what we do Where we go, for the loot Get a phone, let it boom Let it blow, through the Trust what I say in my songs He ain't hittin' it right, 'cause his status is wrong (wrong) Shawty caked up to the max I'm watchin' my stroke oh my god, oh my god (cake) Green tick emoji it's on (on) Pray we don't see us no cops (pray) Gobble me up like a megaladon Your steppers ain't steppin', they stomp (steppers) Youngins patrollin' the strip And they're doublin' back if it's somethin' they missed (they missed) Footy was top of the list, but I rubbed it away when I go in the mix I ain't been home in a bit Just me and your miss on a hell of a shift (work) Bro tryna go off the grizz Choppin' it down, got the dust on his flick (look, look) Dumb lil' chick too inna my shit Keep tellin' me this, keep tellin' me that Just cool with your actions My last one said she hates my behaviour Next mornin' we woulda seen a next tantrum (another) But the game I play that (play it) True, I coulda been a very good lad But the outdoors couldn't contain man F*ck three hoes, let me see three thousand (way more) Man, I could've gone broke off a impulse Really gotta thank my accountant Look, hundos to the millions (look) And I'm also close, don't doubt it (yeah) If I creep on the kid and the wetter gets brandished Bet he's pissin' his trousers (long) Me and camz on a team death match just campin' Hopin' that we did and we found him Pretty Danielle went and gave her an 8 at minimum (at minimum) 10, if you go and 'round it (around it) Ugly We doin' him rude We don't do recruits If he shoots, bring him through Ugly We doin' him rude (ugly) We don't do recruits If he shoots, bring him through (brrah) All the killy's oot Let him know, what we do (yeah, yeah) Where we go, for the loot Get a phone, let it boom Let it blow, through the Used to wanna see one thousand (what?) Now I bring a hundred thousand pounds in The hills I'm ridin' 'round in (yeah) Still f*ck a bitch in public housin' I'm with a bad b straight loungin' (what?) Sell her a dream like how's that soundin'? The hate in my city is astoundin' Put faith in my killy, don't doubt him (yeah) I really acted off impulse (f*ck) Never went jail if I just lowed it Bro rockin' all black goretex (arcy) He not really tryna hike no mountain Youngins in the east on badness (bad) Even when I try to show them different (different) My best friend never left the trap so long Coulda thought that he went missin', listen Ugly We doin' him rude We don't do recruits If he shoots, bring him through All the killy's oot Let him know, what we do Where we go, for the loot Get a phone, let it boom Let it blow, through the
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Written by: Harlee Laguda Milne, Khalil Tatem
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