Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going in for the Kill, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Going in for the Kill |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| Ya’ll niggas need a co-sign; |
| homie, I’m the gold mine |
| Montana Johnson when it’s showtime |
| Nigga pass the ball, make a call; |
| watch me go in for the kill |
| I was stuntin' on you corny niggas way before the deal |
| Fast money, fuckin' hoes, flippin' work; |
| call me flip |
| Rap niggas all diesel, homie; |
| probably a script |
| See the black van packed up; |
| ski-masks, black gloves |
| Four niggas mashed up, get a nigga wrapped up |
| I did it like a boss, fuck a hand-out |
| Room full of centers, I’m a stand-out |
| Now I gave 'em no choice; |
| got the coke-boy shit planned out |
| Hundred-fifty Spider all tanned out; |
| Montana (Montana) |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| Listen, for all my dope-boys up over them pots mixin' |
| New on the block chasin' hot vixens |
| Gettin' money, right? |
| Well do your thing, shorty |
| The drama messy, I send some niggas to clean for me |
| They leave the scene spotless; |
| I like my V’s topless |
| The hoes talk about me, see I’m the trendin' topic |
| See the riot’s that gang, and ya’ll know that |
| That break it up and give it to the strip, you know I’m on that |
| I’m stickin' to the format |
| Never catch him slippin', like I’m stickin' to the floor-mat |
| So these niggas could fall back |
| I toss some money in the sky and watch it trickle down |
| Came a long way from the P’s; |
| take a look at me now |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| Keys to the Beamer; |
| Beamie take the top off |
| Did ya’ll watch the fumes come out like a genie? |
| That’s the Sour; |
| power can’t kill me, bitch |
| Love when I’m high, cause my eyes look dreamy |
| Four-fifth chrome, that’ll leave your dome steamy |
| Custom-made Lenscrafters still couldn’t see me |
| Flip, pimp, and crack dough |
| I roll the O, you pop the Ex; |
| tick-tack-toe |
| Send my condolence, give him hope for best wishes |
| They hate cause they bitches; |
| ride my stick like witches |
| Nowadays niggas fraudulent, frontin'; |
| all gimmicks |
| In the game they all the same; |
| might as well get a mimic |
| Order to your dog, UPS with deliverance |
| My man in the can gettin' green like spinach |
| We’ll be like Popeye the sailorman |
| Yeah, Cheeze ya dealin' man |
| They spinnin' on the top, like ceiling fans |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |
| I’m goin' in for the kill |
| I’m doin' it for a thrill |
| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand |
| And not let go of my hand |