Lyrics:
I fell asleep, I smoked a lil' killa' I'm in the studio putting a mixtape together
Tryna get some paper
Fucking with you
'I know this nigga ain't just
on pushin'
Keep keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
looks is Unique
Whose Mrs. Huxtable smart and a freak
Can whip it up like a chef
Cas I be eating
Meat eater or vegan
Yes, I need three
Three beezies that
I'm the definition of a rich trap nigga
Genghis Khan drug don, certified killa
Young nigga trapping for them new Lebrons nigga
I was trafficking
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
gon wet him
Feel like ke Mille cuz I roll w heavy Steppers
My lil killas a flame em n step on yo baby gorillas
But if u dissin on gang lil u must
you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers
[The Game]
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for
jackin', str8 jackin'
What, what
Yall can test me but you aint getin nothin' x2
Second Verse :[Mr. Shadow]
Step a lil closer, cause I ain't scared
I
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
Bitch dont wanna holla Bitch Im bout a dolla
I done came so sick now Ima problem (problem child)
Cant get no features on my album niggas scared of Lil
Killa House
Brick City
Style P.
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad
broken glass
I'm swinging
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
thang G thang
Hey i said
We some young killas outa make It to the top
Got a deal on the table my team Never take a loss
It feels good when you moving Like
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
Chops te glocks velly de Anmol Ratan
Killa Cali ch summer time it's a kill season
Sarkaar de khilaaf fighting for my freedom
Jehre Velly locked up I wish
keep, keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
(Bawk bawk)
I woke up and check my bank account
I'm shittin' on these lil' bitches (Aha)
Don't pay these niggas mind
Shit, I barely pay my tickets (At
stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me
You live in fantasies, nigga, I
Peek-a boo, I see you
Aw, what's the matter? You
Don't love me anymore?
Peek-a boo niggas, yeah, I see you
Big Krizz Kaliko, baby
Kali baby, Twiztid,
I'm 17 done lost to many bros to the streets
Fuck wit Beecher never droppin my B's
Get back gang put you on a tee
RIP lil gabe
Lost mo n***** then my
Ehn them ah go crazy
Manna killa
Huh
Don't try me
You better don't try me
I gat niggas who are killas hope you don't try me
I'ma send em a lil shot so
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