Killa

How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em
How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em

Call 9-1-1, it's been an accident
He saw me in traffic, go blinking, and he run through the light
I slay these hoes when I'm walking in
They drop dead at the bar when they see me they choke on their ice
I'm cursed with these good looks, my pretty face is to die for
I got niggas writing suicide notes; soon kill 'em
I make these hoes wanna drop dead when I pull up in that drop back
With that mink on like R.I.P. the chinchilla
I'm turning parties into funerals
Nobody safe when I'm in the room
I don't think you really feeling me
I'm about to go on a killing spree

How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em
How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em

Call 9-1-1 and tell on myself
My swag sick, and they copy I think I'm contagious
They scared I might commit suicide
All these cuts on my wrist I can't hide all this shit; it's outrageous
My outfit anytime with a halo
Scraped up'd better run better lay low
Hips looking like a drum on a draco; I'm loaded
Face beat, no domestic violence
Nobody checking me but Louis Vuitton
Probably feel like I'm losing my mind but I'm focus
I'm turning parties into funerals
Nobody safe when I'm in the room
I don't think you really feeling me
I'm about to go on a killing spree

How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em
How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em
How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em
How you gone tell me I ain't no killa?
Every time I step out, I kill em