Lyrics:
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
quick, click clack, get to freakin', ho
She want some hot nigga chillin' out in Mykonos
Or thot niggas all summer, every weekend, ho
I ain't no killer
that, only hope so I teach that
Co-signed by that boy Lecrae
So I guess you say that I Reached that
I'ma try to live what I talk about
Until they pit my
spike it
Voicing opinions but holding laryngitis
But I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero
need more than just romantic feelings
When shit is frantic need a bitch
That’s just as scandalous when
Fuckin' this killer to be appealin'
Have
Super high and super paid
Surfing on a stupid wave
Jellyfish and killer whales
Killer Cam and Dipset
Astronauts and telescopes
Can't reach by
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots
Radio Killer!
Welcome to Radio Killer Records
Everybody's dating,
Until they learn to love you baby
She a fast life liver with a ass like
to the ground
But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down
*chorus*
The killer waited by his home hidden by the night
As evers stepped out
the driver had to do just to pass by you
That's if you ask me
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em
I hope you never crash on 'em
What good is flashin'
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's
that half the King Killer Beez
Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
And my
There is a place where the losers win
A port of call for desperate men
It is known by many names
We come and go but it remains
Nobody cares,
my dirt
I can’t tell on my self
I hang with them Killers
But I hangout pop out by myself Keep it on me that shit on me Pistols on me like a belt
I
And all I really want is deliverance, ah
Do I wear you out?
You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
The summer was the killer
Between our hearts and minds
Every day a drama
Dragging by in quarter time
By summer it was over
I couldn't see it
And all I really want is deliverance, ah
Do I wear you out?
You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas
Pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide
The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine
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