Lyrics You Be Killin 'Em (Freestyle) - Ace Hood

You Be Killin 'Em (Freestyle)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Hooooooooood!
First off haters I would like to thank ya’ll
Gotta ni**a blowin up like a napalm
Go to my space
Like you ni**as no time
Turn to sitcom
Jumpin on it big time
F**k a ni**a plus hater dot com
Ready for the get down
Im the s**t now
My town, pu**y boys on the d**k now
Get money f**k ya’ll wit a big smile
But im off that you ain’t in my contacts
Gotta deal couple mills from that contract
And im so back never need a doormat
Flow nice i should hang it on the coat rack
Im running s**t you can call me mr.
ex-lax
Killin beats this a mufu**in death trap
See im the man you should go and act swiss beats
Got the hottest record, ain’t been six weeks
Now ive been ???
And ima ride this bi**h like a six speed
Ima sick breed back wit the big league
We the best be the brand that you can’t see
Cause i be killin em dog ima kill em all
You can smell the money on me like some pine sol, WHOA!
I swear this young ni**a a beast ya’ll
Rocking wit a model ass like a beach ball
What a freak though
Ya’ll gotta defold, one, two cold, i mean hot dog
Catch up ni**a must’ve had a great fall
Trying to get that type of money i can buy em all
Mo money mo money in my dialog
Stacking paper till this s**t get shot?
Fuck bit**es leave em wishing on a phone call
Never chased a bald ni**a, going A-wall
Even if she bad give a chick straight balls
Love it when my chick kill em take that ya’ll
No hook going in like i need life
25 do the time like the rist right
Uh-oh they say that boy flow super nice
Fly ni**a probably tell you whatcha bitch like
Ass up stick it to her like the?
knife
Mouth game on point whats ya dealing price
You an evil type add it to my enterprise
Like ya inner thighs.
man think its dinner time
WHOA!
I-I-I do it, I-I-I do it, WHOA!, Yeah, Yeah we the best right
Ha, Ha Heh gucci robe louis slippers
I be killin em
Bliaaaaaaaaaaaah!