Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Kill People, artist - Ombre2Choc NationDate of issue: 19.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Kill People |
| Ayy, what’s poppin'? |
| You know how the fuck we bleed, man |
| We get money and kill people, man |
| You hear me, man? |
| We don’t rap beef, man |
| We slide, man, we drill people, man |
| Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man |
| I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man |
| Let’s get it |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Shawty know I kill people, real people |
| From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals |
| Big body, what’s your build boy? |
| Ill boy |
| Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah |
| Shawty know I kill people, real people |
| From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals |
| Big body, what’s your build boy? |
| Ill boy |
| Nigga need to find his chill boy |
| Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up |
| Tote somethin' illegal |
| Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people |
| Got a Glock four-five, and it’s real lethal (let's get it) |
| Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang) |
| Bitch I’m with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang) |
| Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang) |
| Catch a nigga lackin', it’s a hobby man |
| Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man |
| Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt) |
| In the trap, I’m posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt) |
| I don’t rap beef, what’s the words bitch? |
| (huh?) |
| Niggas sneak dissin', lemme hurt (bang bang) |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Shawty know I kill people, real people |
| From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals |
| Big body, what’s your build boy? |
| Ill boy |
| Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah |
| Shawty know I kill people, real people |
| From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals |
| Big body, what’s your build boy? |
| Ill boy |
| Nigga need to find his chill boy |
| Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up |
| Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes |
| How I ball, you think I went pro, I’m in the hood, bricks go |
| She show me her thong, Cisco, she’s high and ready to go |
| I’m hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low |
| Got a new scope and it got zoom and I’m in that yoom |
| Baby, I know you smell that fume |
| Just get down, you hear that boom |
| In the back of the 'Bach and this bitch got room |
| Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue |
| Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot |
| All these diamonds, I don’t get hot |
| Young nigga really from them blocks |
| Ayy pussy, here we come. |
| if you ready or not |
| On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Shawty know I kill people, real people |
| From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals |
| Big body, what’s your build boy? |
| Ill boy |
| Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah |
| Shawty know I kill people, real people |
| From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals |
| Big body, what’s your build boy? |
| Ill boy |
| Nigga need to find his chill boy |
| Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah |
| Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up |