Anywhere im good
Bitch I'm posted in yo hood
With that wish a nigga would
Dare a goofy fa to try sum
I'll buy yo soul today
Boy you only cost like five dollars
My killers love to spin
So for the gang
I bought like nine choppas
You ain't like that nigga
Knock it off
Before a nigga knock you off
Since it ain't big
Let's keep it small
You cross again
I draw the chalk
Been like this
Since I was small
They think they know
Tho not at all
Real killer season
Watch me ball
When it's beef
I'm who they call
Told the bop
I like her intellect
She like some shit I never met
Tho all hoes are the same
Plus they play games
So I remember that
Crossed me
Then she doubled back
I got smacked
With a double smack
Yes my heart has a hole in it
Cause these hoes keep on poking it
I want Buku bands
Give me bricks and a bad bitch
Real street nigga
Gang baby never had shit
Free lil brother Ernie Byrd
Locked up hate it happened
This shit deeper than ya'll know
Its YGM we get it cracking
Oh good golly
Think im sick
I need medicine
Baby girl I'm rich
Feed her dick and give her peppermint
XD on me while I do my show
I bet they let me in
Friends with Ben Frank
Thoi I chop it up with Jefferson
I be bout a dollar f*ck a bitch
This a drag race
They do what I say
Yes we train
I'm the sensei
I trap without a break,
Steal or take never bad days
Money what I make
Snatch your soul in the worst way
Tales of a loner
Then a mind of a street nigga
Be careful when I'm quiet
I was taught for the beef different
I'll do this shit myself
On my soul
I don't need niggas
Been ready for the smoke
Watch me stomp
Squeeze, and crease bitches
TheRealKybando - Killa szn Lyrics
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Anywhere im good
Bitch I'm posted in yo hood
With that wish a nigga would
Dare a goofy fa to try sum
I'll buy yo soul today
Boy you only cost like five dollars
My killers love to spin
So for the gang
I bought like nine choppas
You ain't like that nigga
Knock it off
Before a nigga knock you off
Since it ain't big
Let's keep it small
You cross again
I draw the chalk
Been like this
Since I was small
They think they know
Tho not at all
Real killer season
Watch me ball
When it's beef
I'm who they call
Told the bop
I like her intellect
She like some shit I never met
Tho all hoes are the same
Plus they play games
So I remember that
Crossed me
Then she doubled back
I got smacked
With a double smack
Yes my heart has a hole in it
Cause these hoes keep on poking it
I want Buku bands
Give me bricks and a bad bitch
Real street nigga
Gang baby never had shit
Free lil brother Ernie Byrd
Locked up hate it happened
This shit deeper than ya'll know
Its YGM we get it cracking
Oh good golly
Think im sick
I need medicine
Baby girl I'm rich
Feed her dick and give her peppermint
XD on me while I do my show
I bet they let me in
Friends with Ben Frank
Thoi I chop it up with Jefferson
I be bout a dollar f*ck a bitch
This a drag race
They do what I say
Yes we train
I'm the sensei
I trap without a break,
Steal or take never bad days
Money what I make
Snatch your soul in the worst way
Tales of a loner
Then a mind of a street nigga
Be careful when I'm quiet
I was taught for the beef different
I'll do this shit myself
On my soul
I don't need niggas
Been ready for the smoke
Watch me stomp
Squeeze, and crease bitches
Bitch I'm posted in yo hood
With that wish a nigga would
Dare a goofy fa to try sum
I'll buy yo soul today
Boy you only cost like five dollars
My killers love to spin
So for the gang
I bought like nine choppas
You ain't like that nigga
Knock it off
Before a nigga knock you off
Since it ain't big
Let's keep it small
You cross again
I draw the chalk
Been like this
Since I was small
They think they know
Tho not at all
Real killer season
Watch me ball
When it's beef
I'm who they call
Told the bop
I like her intellect
She like some shit I never met
Tho all hoes are the same
Plus they play games
So I remember that
Crossed me
Then she doubled back
I got smacked
With a double smack
Yes my heart has a hole in it
Cause these hoes keep on poking it
I want Buku bands
Give me bricks and a bad bitch
Real street nigga
Gang baby never had shit
Free lil brother Ernie Byrd
Locked up hate it happened
This shit deeper than ya'll know
Its YGM we get it cracking
Oh good golly
Think im sick
I need medicine
Baby girl I'm rich
Feed her dick and give her peppermint
XD on me while I do my show
I bet they let me in
Friends with Ben Frank
Thoi I chop it up with Jefferson
I be bout a dollar f*ck a bitch
This a drag race
They do what I say
Yes we train
I'm the sensei
I trap without a break,
Steal or take never bad days
Money what I make
Snatch your soul in the worst way
Tales of a loner
Then a mind of a street nigga
Be careful when I'm quiet
I was taught for the beef different
I'll do this shit myself
On my soul
I don't need niggas
Been ready for the smoke
Watch me stomp
Squeeze, and crease bitches
Writer: Kyshon Williams
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