Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Str8 Killa No Filla, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 02.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Str8 Killa No Filla |
| Five shots to the face, that’ll do the trick |
| But I’ll before I do you, bitch |
| for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with |
| And it feel like 'em when I’m on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree |
| Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they gon' murder something |
| Niggas been talking bout murkin' the Gangster, you hoes ain’t murkin' nothing |
| To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? |
| Keep a couple dozen |
| Never been the bird man, but I done robbed a couple of 'em |
| I get such a rush as I watch 'em beg for they fucking life |
| Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights |
| Bitches be like, «Don't talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy» |
| When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got |
| Big balls, big paws on a small puppy |
| Now I’m the big dog and you mutts ain’t got nothing for me |
| Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it |
| Just give me my motherfucking money |
| Cause all I got is… |
| Straight killa, no filla |
| No sipping for a ho |
| Ain’t taking shit from no nigga |
| I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers |
| Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya |
| I gots to get my cheese… |
| Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine |
| Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind |
| Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes |
| Two baby mamas fussing, I ain’t stunting these hoes |
| I’m slamming them Chevy do’s |
| Blowing Kill behind the wheel |
| Gittin' mo' and sliding them boulders out the Bonneville |
| You say go hard, but his momma will |
| Jacked him for his package, dropped his body off behind a mill |
| Big Kill! |
| Bitch I’m known to pull a 211 |
| Them Gary police are scared of that 187 |
| I see 'em on me so I bend a couple corners then |
| San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds |
| Nigga got that straight drop, hand block stay hot |
| Girls say he bout to test a nigga, bitch I think not |
| .45 sands (?) leave you leaking out your tank top |
| Fuck with me I’m down to let them things pop |
| Cause I got that… |
| Straight killa, no filla |
| No sipping for a ho |
| Ain’t taking shit from no nigga |
| I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers |
| Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya |
| I gots to get my cheese… |
| Neckid bitch, white sheet on the stretcher bitch |
| Gone in sixty seconds bitch, couple shots is all I left 'em with |
| Hit 'em for the muhfuckin weight but I got my face sliced up by some mexicans, |
| Muhfuckas bout they luda, stab and shoot ya for them presidents |
| Cause ever since we was toddlers, we knew that we needed dollars |
| Tryna live off illegal product, yeah the shit they don’t teach in college |
| Most niggas don’t need no products, these corners is all they know |
| My homie 16 and won’t see daylight till he 64 |
| That’s just how we livin' though, with limited opportunity |
| Twisted of reefer, parents and teachers could not get through to me |
| My nigga pimp was schoolin' me, put me up on the game |
| Don’t think with your dick, but make ya bitch keep yo dick on the brain |
| Since then I been on it mane, and ain’t thought about lookin' back |
| When push come to shove you can’t be no pushover pushin' packs |
| So bitch what you lookin' at? |
| Keep them eyeballs to the floor |
| We robbin' these rappin' niggas for actin' like they ain’t know |
| You fuckin' with a KILLA |
| Straight killa, no filla |
| No sipping for a ho |
| Ain’t taking shit from no nigga |
| I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers |
| Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya |
| I gots to get my cheese… |