Kill 4 Me (feat. Chuckyy)

Chop giving tummy tucks now you look like bandman

pop a x see a bitch start to swing feel like kankan

the shit i stuff inside this black n mild

you wouldn’t dare try this shit

220 for a line of Tris

He ran that **** died a bitch

real tweaker see my man i tweak

got lil ten with me

she a devil and Prada but look like angel I told her come sin with me

i’m tryna drill and catch me a face if i can’t them boys gonna spin

the way I’m torching the whip it’s a droptop it used to be a jeep

multi cal AR shoot 556 right now it’s 223

hawk him down like a dog chasing a squirrel and leave him by the tree

i can make them boys turn on you for money

shit they kill for free

all i did was up about a dub now they kill for me

i can shoot and drive at the same time but i just rap on beat

but ain’t shit change we’ll still quick to suit up we walk shit down on feet

the opps be mad we rich and still lay belt it’s a funeral every week

you can think my little blood not on shit

until he step back shoot his glee

land in mia pick up my Drake TikTok, Miami Heat we give out smoke this shit free she suck dick ain’t l go out to eat

foenem bail on spank ass time this headshot you can’t breath

Think the last hit made the headlines it was dos **** on the scene

late night I use my beam

unt unt you cannot duck from me

track hawk got super kit unt unt 12 can’t get up on me

crix say he want Richard went on a hunt for like three

i make a dub in my sleep so i blow 30 this shit easy

Arp and black suburbans I pop Percocets at for my dinner

I can feel it in my soul when death be calling I’m a sinner

i’m the one that’s pushing belt. I got my shooters upping hat.

put wings on ****’s triple red beam got switched attached

30 in it i popped a line of cane right through the bag

YBC gon live through me I swear I got my strings attached

how you stab dog in your back you shaking hands got fingers crossed till the day we run into each other. im gonna let it off. We meet again.

soldier life that’s why I live through my brother

elegua gon live thru i gon long live through my cutter

selling soul they think it’s butter

only one me not another

I done came too far to give this shit away through pain and suffer

Elegua

I swear to God,my shooter took your partner soul

you con break the bond but you can never break the code

box him in from three ways it ain’t no way to go

we bought the AK to penetrate his soul

took your life, but ain’t nobody in it

look in your eyes I see nobody

and I’m still posted in the trenches

got junkies behind my back

The day that I got hit my shooters

took a trip right to the raq

shoulder to lean on

I’m I’m the one that they call for exceptions

**** tried to spend the block we peep the blitz and intercepted

when the block get a little hot that shit from us what you expected

6 7 why these **** wanna rap like us