Southside MAB - KILGORE Lyrics

(Kilgore)
(Kilgore)
No other way around it except to kill more
Now I ain't trying solve every case like I'm Fillmore
Got two girls down in Connecticut and it ain't the Gilmores
And they ain't directors but they still wanting to film more
I build scores and get plays
The homie pulled out a switch blade
He believed I was trying his gang
I can feel the knife on me til this day
But he get slayed
High coverage when I run it
Why they peeking? when they plummet
Pull the strings, they ain't my puppets
Fever dreams when I was in summit (Haha)
Hoes told me one thing then it was another thing
This ain't drum line, beat up the drummer
Ain't no punchline, keep up the frontin
Y'all boys are suckers man (Haha)
I stick to the plan when I get the bag in order to get that grand
The couple of jabs, the stabs on my back couldn't kill this man
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Don't come any closer don't you
Miss me when this is over
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Don't come any closer don't you
Miss me when this is over
Sweet dreams to the ones who had to rest in peace
Sweet dreams to the ones who had to rest in peace
Sweet dreams on em' (Sweet, sweet)
Sweet dreams on em' (Sweet, sweet)
Sweet dreams to the ones who had to rest in peace
Sweet dreams to the ones who had to rest in peace
Sweet dreams on em' (Sweet, sweet)
Sweet dreams on em' (Sweet, sweet)