Kill
It's a deceased man with a nina in my hand
Why you grip the high pose when you know it finna jam?
It's the graveyard click, hit the mortuary dance
Working graveyard shifts to the bank ball jam
Fuck a nay-say brand, TeamSESH up on my Bamber
SPAS-12 blam! If you stepping on my land trick
Please count me out, I'll be waiting for the chance, bitch
Just to knock you out, it's the backroad bandit
Pistol to my head, bet ya won't, bet ya can't
Tryna set BONES up, now the both of us dead
I leave 'em here with nothing, leave 'em bloody in his bed
What I want is a look that he give me from the past
Waking in my eyes, he don't really wanna die
Give a fuck about ya click
Let the MAC-11 rip, yeah
Waking in my eyes, he don't really wanna die
Give a fuck about ya click
Let the MAC-11 rip, huh
