Kill it Lyrics

This beat you know imma kill it

I just be cooking shit up inna stu like a chef eat it up like a motherfuckin skillet

Nah don't be surprised if yo bitch come to me she gone go for the team so don't get in yo feelings

If I get me a bag hell yea put the guys all on it's a must that we touching these millies

If I hit from the back imma beat it then shorty walk out do the thriller

Doubting me how is that going I know they be mad cause they know that I made me a way

I get out the car I'm slamming my door cause a nigga on go if you play then you lay

Play yo cards right then you gone be alright if you put up a fight then you pulled out a Ace

On the road to the riches I ain't pressing the brakes not once all gas even though that it's raised

I can never rock with broke boys it don't make sense

I got sauce ain't talking no soy she wanna taste this

Like I'm Drake she wanna fuck a popstar I say bae when

Nah nah nah nah you are not hard but pause I ain't gay bitch

You can't expect to be the greatest and not put in pain

No you can't pop back up cause the sun came up where were you when it was rain

And that ain't yo homie if he pillow talking to bitches that ain't never me no way

If that's the case get yo ass out the way

I know niggas like that ah backdoor any day man that shit kinda strange

Thinking you that and you tough all bark no bite all I hear is a ruff yea I'm calling yo bluff

Wait what was that nevermind heard enough bro keep a stick like a crutch

She giving me signs where she really be wanting to fuck the A full of shorties who touched

Ha ha hell yea this za it ah knock a nigga down like the big bad wolf if you huff and you puff

She throw it back she throw it back for a stack

No do not tweak if you play then it's that

Got me some za who the fuck tryna match

See the look on they face when I'm switching the flow

Get the fuck out my face why you doin the most

Can't tweak on a bitch shit ain't getting me dough

She praying to god got her knees on the floor

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