Lyrics:
gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas
Yeah, now that's the line of the century
you knew or not
East Atlanta, I'm with Mojo, he's got stupid nines
And in this section by myself, I'm a fucking gangster
College bitch say she always
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 killers with lightning in their guns...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 killers and hips are for running...
When the cities have the same names
pinnin' my hoe in the Sprinter, yeah (on God)
Glizzock came with nothin' but killers, get shot, slide by ten (on God)
These niggas marshmallow tissue, I'm
of me
Bad times got a monopoly
Give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly
Owner killed by his property
This life'll stress you like
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
you by my side
Ain't worried about being no killer
But I'm gone kill this pride
Never left me out to dry
When I'm walking outside
Learned to cross sides
thingy by the belt (thingy by the belt)
Stack my money like a dwarf (money like a dwarf)
Keep it shh, don't talk (keep it shh, don't talk)
Four years
and I feed 'em fish
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
Uh, mode
I'm in that mode
(Cannon) No Limit
I ain't a killer, but don't push me, 'cause I ain't pussy (boy)
Gon' make it home with this .40
going to be when
I prey
BTK
Husband, father, killer, beast
Monster, Cruciatus Rex
Lusus naturae
Death synonymous with sex
Acronym for terror
a killer, real right
And every dime who hatin' the block all night
F.N.F, fuck niggas finances
While the goddamn gold frame dances
Griselda by Fashion
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
Whole lotta Crips, hunnid grapes in the street (ooh, ooh)
Snort you a Perc' and you think you a killer (you think you a killer?)
I went did a drill, I
ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
The same face when civilians turned savage
Back baby killers for the rights of passage
All the bys blood face smashes on the counters
Life is literally
in a few of 'em
Say I got 'em, then I get 'em
Mystery killer, a riddle
Make 'em sing like Bryson Tiller
them high notes, I bet they feel 'em
I
then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
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