Killing Spree Video (MV)

I came up from nothing my slatt
Hit up record on the track
Ain't no one better than that
I'm back to makin' my stacks
Eat up a beat like a snack
Carry the game on my back
I promise I pick up the slack
Walking alone in the trap
Look around and I wonder who's that (who's that, who's that)
That's the bitch that been carrying a rack no cap
And-and-and I see she got an ass that I dare to smack (goddamn)
Run through the city I look left and I see a strap
Bullets spraying' down so fast and I'm waiting for a bitch to pull up on me so I can snap

Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars winning
Pull up I got my whip spinning
Hop on in a spree of killing
Blood up on my table spilling
And I am free, free, free, free
But let me end this moment on a killing spree

I heard yo' album flopped
But my albums started to pop
And my album ran out of stock
I said I been at the top
Everyday collecting guap
Hop in the whip with my glock
Circle around yo' block
F*ck around and you shot, shot

Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars winning
Pull up I got my whip spinning
Hop on in a spree of killing
Blood up on my table spilling
And I am free, free, free, free
But let me end this moment on a killing spree

Yeah, yeah, look
Killing spree, kill- kill- killing spree
Yeah, yeah

Tryin' you try and you try and you bait
I cannot stay when you can't read my fate
I cannot play when you giving me spades
You feed me some beats and then bet I might play
My hunger never fade and I'm never losing weight
She give me her number and I show her the way
She playing some games and I throw her away
I grab the bag, I deliver, then pay
Ayy, I got these bands in my bag
Got 'em strapped where I'm packin' the grass
Cappin' and snap like I just took a dab
Talkin shit, you just don't want to get stabbed, uh
Got my shooters and they running the place
But if you step in my way they shootin' yo' face
We run through the base, we grabbin' yo bitch and we take her to space (space)

Look, I got my diamonds, I start up a riot
I got yo' bitch shining, been poppin' off eyelids
Bitches been dying, they never stop lying
She wanna be fighting, but I still keep on rhyming
I got yo' bitch locked on my set
She need some respect you becoming a threat
You in my debt don't you ever forget
We spray up the chest if you make us upset (upset)

Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars winning
Pull up I got my whip spinning
Hop on in a spree of killing
Blood up on my table spilling
And I am free, free, free, free
But let me end this moment on a killing spree

F*ck is they talkin' bout
But my money I'm all about
Pull up at yo block in the run-about
I flew and crashed in this game and blew up like twin towers
I said it on my last project, like bitch I got infinite power
Murdered every single rapper, ain't nobody giving flowers
Any mothaf*cka step to me get shot up on the hour
Spray up a mag, spray up a room and it's a blood shower
Fight me and I weave then I pull up and smoke a tree
I'm at the top and that's the way it's supposed to be
Every bitch made mothaf*cka' you know is on the flee
Shoot 'em in the chest it's hard for them to believe that they can't breathe
They on the run, they on the run, and they biting like they fleas
I got the gun, I got the gun, and I drive by a killing spree

Look, I got my diamonds, I start up a riot
I got yo' bitch shining, been poppin' off eyelids
Bitches been dying, they never stop lying
She wanna be fighting, but I still keep on rhyming
I got yo' bitch locked on my set
She need some respect you becoming a threat
You in my debt don't you ever forget
We spray up the chest if you make us upset (upset)

Aye, f*ck out my way
Tackle a bitch like I'm Bobby Boucher, aye
Yuh, I call the gang
We run up and I'm finna shoot up the stage, aye
Yuh, I got the gat
Pistol whippin' and I pull out the bat, aye
Yuh, I got my slatt
F*ckin yo' bitch and I'm smackin' her back, bitch