Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killin a Sport, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Killin a Sport |
| All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores |
| All this goddamn Dior, I’m that lil' nigga these hoes adore |
| I’m thumbin' through all of these bands |
| Bitch I’m the man, take a good girl to a whore |
| Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complainin', leavin' his brains on the |
| floor |
| My nigga he a shooter, got 2 turn Rugers, tryna up the score |
| Pop a nigga, Medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors |
| Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse |
| My nigga don’t got no future, he fucked up, he think killin' a sport |
| Probably pop an opp and skurt off in a 'Rarri |
| I ain’t tryna fight, Glock kicks, Jeff Hardy |
| come shoot up yo' party |
| off the flesh, could kill everybody |
| Cream Dior all over my body |
| Fuckin' up barber that look like Carti |
| Diamonds on ice, got my wrist playin' Hockey |
| Shining real bright, it be easy to spot me |
| Yeah, it be easy to spot me |
| Rest comin' in, it’s gon' be hard for you to stop me |
| Niggas mad that they not me |
| Put it in power, they thought I was |
| But now lil' bitches drive from the projects |
| Spendin' bread with the gang, ain’t nobody stop me |
| 'till them niggas see |
| I tote big fire, I swear I don’t need help |
| Ridin' with the strap, I ain’t talking 'bout a seat belt |
| Big fire on my lap, I ain’t sleepin' 'till this shit dealt with |
| You niggas jump out then get killed quick |
| I don’t wanna talk when I get you zipped |
| I don’t wanna talk when I get you flipped |
| Roll 'em up in a cigar |
| I’m swinging that steel like guitars |
| Then she left my heart with scars |
| All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores |
| All this goddamn Dior, I’m that lil' nigga these hoes adore |
| I’m thumbin' through all of these bands |
| Bitch I’m the man, take a good girl to a whore |
| Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complainin', leavin' his brains on the |
| floor |
| My nigga he a shooter, got 2 turn Rugers, tryna up the score |
| Pop a nigga, Medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors |
| Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse |
| My nigga don’t got no future, he fucked up, he think killin' a sport |