| Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets
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| Aye Bibby, let’s kill shit broski
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| Whatchu wanna do?
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| It’s whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
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| I’ma come around and clean that shit up
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| Let’s get it
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| Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide
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| When it’s drama time
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| Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
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| Leave his loved ones all traumatized
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| 150, I’m really wit' it
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| I’ll drop his ass and then forget it
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| I’m the man round my side of town
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| Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
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| Lil Bibby on the track with me
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| One mistake and he clap fifty
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| When I hit the scene hoes go insane
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| Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit' me
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| No velcro but the strap wit' me
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| Let a nigga wanna act silly
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| I’ma let it off and then leave him there
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| Ride off and don’t even care
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| Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out
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| Got a couple trues I don’t even wear
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| In the game bitch I do my thang
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| Hoes scream my name I ain’t even there
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| Lil Herb boy I do’s this
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| Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
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| And I make bands like I make friends
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| Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit
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| But now it’s back to some killa shit
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| Got some wild hoes that’ll drill a bitch
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| Yea it’s no limit, thirty years runnin'
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| Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit
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| I never run cause I stay to fight
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| I’ll cook a nigga like steak and rice
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| And it’s hella real in the battlefield
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| Gangbang gotta pay the price
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| Hit a nigga with the forty fifth
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| Bet it make his ass do forty flips
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| M-O-B I don’t love a ho
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| I’ma be this way 'til I’m forty six
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| Matter of fact 'til a nigga die
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| Smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
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| And I never feed off another man
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| Cause I understand how a nigga lie
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| Never snitch on a nigga dry
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| Yeah that’s how a nigga die
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| Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
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| She gon' suck and fuck if I get her high
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| If I do the dash then my whip will fly
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| Foreign shit what a nigga ride
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| I ain’t never snoozin', let a nigga try
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| Got the nine ruger on a nigga side
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| Lil Bibby, no limit
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| Yea I’m all about that sack bitch
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| My young niggas they clap shit
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| Let the MAC spit, we whack shit
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| Weezy in that cut
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| With that nina that’s that black bitch
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| Rico wanna' get 'em I’m like, «Cuz man, I got this»
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| Shootin' shit, hittin' shit, four five extended clip
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| Y’all be on that snitchin' shit and y’all know what snitches get
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| No limit shit, we wit' the shits, I’m focused on gettin' rich
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| M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
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| Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin' shit
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| Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit' the fork
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| Straight drop no shorts, shooters on and off the court
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| Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse
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| Yeah, I’m bout that, rollin' up that loud pack
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| Catch me lackin'? |
| I doubt that
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| Cause I never leave without that
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| And that’s real shit, got real hitters, they kill shit
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| You fuck around hit the kill switch
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| These hollow tips you feel this
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| And I’m tryna get real rich
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| Cause my mama said I wouldn’t be shit
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| Nobody never gave me shit
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| Like «Bibby hop on this remix»
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| That’s five hundred, no free shit
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| Cause I’m hot and I do this shit for my block
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| I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
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| Bodies gon' drop and we ain’t gon' stop, R.I.P Roc
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| Catch a few ops, send a few shots
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| Might hit a few blocks, fuck a few thots
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| I need two mill might seem like a lot
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| But I spit straight drop so its really not
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| My team gon' eat, R.I.P to police
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| Fake niggas don’t speak, cop killers in the heat
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| Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill Shit , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Welcome to Fazoland, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп