Lyrics Kilt - Young Dro, Mac Boney

Kilt

I’m a beast, I’m a beast, nigga feel me
Hope you niggas hear me
Catch you in the Roles, shoot you like you forgive me
Please don’t come near me if you not near me
Imma go nuts, you gon get shot
Killa fuckin season, I don’t need a reason
Hooligan, thug mixed with a little heathen
Bipolar swag on outer space
White and red bitches like Coca cola
Nigga heard you was a fed
Put his ass on the grill, eat spareribs
Heckling, dressed in Versace, from the hood, but I’m dieing to shine
likeLiberacci
Bentleys, boats, houses with the motes
You don’t even know what that is, Google it, hoe
I’m coming down, looking like
YSL shoes, red bottoms
Nigga cross Dro, niggas die
Tripple cross hoe, niggas die
Remix on they throat, niggas die
Bails of that smoke, niggas die
Mafia on Christ, niggas die
Fuckin with the wife, niggas die
Don’t care about no price, niggas die
Give a fuck about your life, nigga die
Full ammo, shoot shit with no handle
Blow off you’re big toe, turn you’re J’s into sandles
Sell so much dope, cut in half like Randle
Shit in the bando, we got an army like comando
Me and Young Dro, shoot you’re shit like it’s B-Ro
Fuck with Migos, shit, make me bring out all my keelos
A problem child, give me the lute, or it’s a problem, child
I told the bitch in 09 I been living wild
Now I’m on that Pac shit, yeah the thug style
Now I’m on my Biggi shit, spit pitifal
Pistols contain gats
In the club in Miami, spend my raise racks
The outfit was all white, but the shades was black
It’s Mac, niggas
Nigga cross Dro, niggas die
Tripple cross hoe, niggas die
Remix on they throat, niggas die
Bails of that smoke, niggas die
Mafia on Christ, niggas die
Fuckin with the wife, niggas die
Don’t care about no price, niggas die
Give a fuck about your life, nigga die
Go to trafic hearings, tripple glass earings
Torpeeto one at a time, the missal blast fit in
Super cleaned in, come on, please I’m shittin
Old school cool, double stitched nitting
Look at the brick lean, I mean brightly
I’d rather be a warrior, king of the king’s knights
Niggas talkin love,
Trifling, tell them young niggas
Boom, stupid Shad go overdome
TIP tell 'm
Nigga I ain’t rob you, that was my cousin Biron
I’m kickin shit till my leg break
Same day Spodee caught a fed case
Nigga cross Dro, niggas die
Tripple cross hoe, niggas die
Remix on they throat, niggas die
Bails of that smoke, niggas die
Mafia on Christ, niggas die
Fuckin with the wife, niggas die
Don’t care about no price, niggas die
Give a fuck about your life, nigga die