| Hi nice to meet yah! |
| Red in my eye, the grim reaper |
| We are not cool, I deceased her |
| Treat you like wood, bullet holes in your body like beavers |
| Bitches be hating on the bleachers |
| Tummy tuck pistols to greet you |
| Kill on the beat like I’m Ether |
| Shelter these bitches |
| Check out my swag, like an ad I’m promoting the feature |
| Over night bitches want fame |
| True to the game, we popping blood vessels .45 on your vein |
| Bitches looked up to me, claiming my lane |
| But got upset, Asian started this lane |
| Aye, pop out and rock out with Glocks |
| Change your bitch mind like a clock |
| Wrapped it up, mail your head shipped in a box |
| Claiming you gang, only get your shit rocked |
| Rocked! Rocked! |
| Yeah bitch! |
| Fuck going on? |
| Yeah Bitch! |
| Gucci the heels and it cover my body |
| Rolling out pills, I might pass you a Molly |
| Freaky lil' bitch, she the life of the party |
| You ain’t got money, you fucking for nothing |
| Hop on my wave, you just follow instructions |
| Ass in Versace, can’t sit on your cushion |
| Breaking down bails, smoke a P without choking |
| Aim in his mouth like I’m striking for bowling |
| This is Kill Bill! Uh! |
| This is Kill Bill! Uh! |
| This is Kill Bill! Uh! |
| I am Kill Bill! Uh! |
| Yeah! |
| Nigga wanna fuck me, need a hundred bands make it double |
| I don’t understand then! Fuck em! |
| Swag from Japan, can’t touch it! |
| This is Kill Bill! Uh! |
| This is Kill Bill! Uh! |
| This is Kill Bill! Uh! |
| I am Kill Bill! Uh! |
| Yeah! |
| Nigga wanna fuck me, need a hundred bands make it double |
| I don’t understand then! Fuck em! |
| Swag from Japan, can’t touch it! |
| Yeah! Bitch! |