Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Killa, artist - Young Scooter. Album song The Recipe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Reckless Republic
Song language: English
No Killa |
Yeah, haha, BMFBG |
Yeah, haha |
Oh yeah, oh, you shot him on sight? |
Big drums, nigga |
Say they sell drugs, sell drugs nigga |
Say he sell drugs, sell drugs |
Say you sell drugs, sell drugs |
Nigga, you ain’t no killer, nigga, you ain’t no killer |
You just hang around the robbers and the drug dealers |
Used to run the block with them thug niggas |
One word’ll get you popped, you a dub, nigga |
I get ice, an ice attack, fuck your bitch then give her back |
In the streets, we handle that, young FreeBandz Gang is Taliban |
I fuck your bitch then hit her friend, these niggas really copycats |
One call will get you whacked, young nigga havin' rack-rack-racks |
I don’t really rap, I sleep in the trap |
We got pounds, I don’t sell no sacks |
Lil' broke ass nigga, I buy your trap |
You ain’t no shooter, you sold your strap |
Gelato, smoke a lot of that |
Protect my ice with fifty straps |
This AP cost me sixty racks |
Just lost fifty grams and whipped it back |
Aston Martin with the rose gold rims |
We all brothers, I ain’t got no friends |
All my work jump out the gym |
Bales go out and bricks come in |
Triple salute the gang I’m in |
I’m a FreeBand nigga, I play to win |
Worldwide superstar, I’m Black Amigo hustlin' |
Nigga, you ain’t no killer, nigga, you ain’t no killer |
You just hang around the robbers and the drug dealers |
Used to run the block with them thug niggas |
One word’ll get you popped, you a dub, nigga |
I get ice, an ice attack, fuck your bitch then give her back |
In the streets, we handle that, young FreeBandz Gang is Taliban |
I fuck your bitch then hit her friend, these niggas really copycats |
One call will get you whacked, young nigga havin' rack-rack-racks |
1'5, you know big Guap, I bring the birds in |
Boy, I heard you wasn’t really servin' |
Big Guap in this bitch, I got them racks and went Tourettes |
If the feds watchin', bitch, I’m still ridin' with that TEC |
Spent some racks on meds |
Fuck your bitch and then go to the neck |
Hundreds on the bed |
I just made ten thousand through a text |
I heard that I was next |
Niggas doubtin' me, I told 'em bet |
Real OG, I don’t owe debts |
These niggas cap, you know the rest |
Nigga, you ain’t no killer, nigga, you ain’t no killer |
You just hang around the robbers and the drug dealers |
Used to run the block with them thug niggas |
One word’ll get you popped, you a dub, nigga |
I get ice, an ice attack, fuck your bitch then give her back |
In the streets, we handle that, young FreeBandz Gang is Taliban |
I fuck your bitch then hit her friend, these niggas really copycats |
One call will get you whacked, young nigga havin' rack-rack-racks |