Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killuminati, artist - YNW Melly. Album song Melly vs. Melvin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: P2019
Song language: English
Killuminati |
| Everything Foreign, haha |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Through his body, rip through his body, oh (Ayy), oh, ayy (Blatt) |
| Ayy, ayy (Blatt) |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy (Double R, pullin' up) |
| Ayy, ayy (Slidin') |
| Ayy, you gotta really listen to this, for real, ayy |
| I was down on my dick, tryna run me up a check |
| Got the Glock 26, I’m tryna trade it for a TEC |
| Shorty all on my dick, said she tryna give me neck |
| But she fuckin' the crew, yeah, she wanna have sex |
| Got a hundred round extension on that motherfuckin' thing |
| If you run up on me wrong, we gotta let the Ruger bang |
| If you run up on the gang, we gotta let the Ruger slang |
| And you know we tryna get it, gotta get it out of there |
| I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick |
| Gave a fuck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick |
| Tryna air it out if they fuckin' with the crew |
| We ain’t worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62s |
| Tryna rip through his body, rip through his body, pop |
| I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati, wow |
| Prayed to God I don’t die, prayed to God, wow |
| Prayed to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow |
| Okay, ooh, she a goddess, we got racks in them pockets |
| She gon' fuck on the crew, we got dope in the lot |
| I’ma go get the money, we ain’t fuckin' with molly |
| And my young nigga trippin', he say he just caught a body |
| Ride that dick, Maserati, ride that dick, Kawasaki |
| If you get it, I’m fly, we do not need a pilot |
| If you wanna get money, gotta get the deposit |
| Gotta run up that check, even if it come to robbin' |
| Even if it come to stealin', killin' or drug dealin' |
| We gotta run up the sack, I’m tryna get to a milli' |
| She wanna fuck on the crew, she tryna fuck on civilians |
| I’m tryna get this money, don’t give a fuck 'bout these children |
| We gettin' a hundred racks, hundred racks on the daily |
| I’m tryna get it, no Beyoncé and no Jay-Z |
| But I wanna be in that billionaire side of the world |
| And I’ma buy your yellowbone diamonds with the world |
| I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick |
| Gave a fuck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick |
| Tryna air it out if they fuckin' with the crew |
| We ain’t worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62s |
| Tryna rip through his body, rip through his body, pop |
| I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati, wow |
| Prayed to God I don’t die, prayed to God, wow |
| Prayed to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow |
| Loaded on that oil, oh |
| Diamonds yellow, white, and they drippin' like snow (Woah) |
| I ain’t even gotta have no jewelry on to fuck 'em (Blatt) |
| I ain’t even gotta have no pistol just to tuck 'em (Bitch) |
| I’ma get this money, I’m a slimy motherfucker (Oh) |
| Don’t play 'round, we’ll chime in, motherfucker (Oh) |
| And you know we come in perfect timin', motherfucker (Oh) |
| I’m a grimy motherfucker, I’m a grimy motherfucker (Blatt) |