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Killin A Sport

 

Killin A Sport

(album: Love Me While I'm Here - 2020)


M-M-M-Murda

All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores
All this goddamn Dior, I'm that lil' nigga these hoes adore
I'm thumbing through all of these bands
Bitch I'm the man, take a good girl to a whore
Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complaining, leaving his brains on the floor
My nigga he a shooter, got 2 turn Rugers, tryna up the score
Pop a nigga, Medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors
Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse
My nigga don't got no future, he fucked up, he think killing a sport

Probably pop an opp and skurt off in a 'Rarri
I ain't tryna fight, Glock kicks, Jeff Hardy
[?] come shoot up yo' party
[?] off the flesh, could kill everybody
Cream Dior all over my body
Fucking up barber that look like Carti
Diamonds on ice, got my wrist playing Hockey
Shining real bright, it be easy to spot me
Yeah, it be easy to spot me
Rest coming in, it's gon' be hard for you to stop me
Niggas mad that they not me
Put it in power, they thought I was [?]
But now lil' bitches drive from the projects
Spending bread with the gang, ain't nobody stop me
[?] 'till them niggas see [?]
I tote big fire, I swear I don't need help
Riding with the strap, I ain't talking 'bout a seat belt
Big fire on my lap, I ain't sleeping 'till this shit dealt with
You niggas jump out then get killed quick
I don't wanna talk when I get you zipped
I don't wanna talk when I get you flipped
Roll 'em up in a cigar
I'm swinging that steel like guitars
Then she left my heart with scars

All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores
All this goddamn Dior, I'm that lil' nigga these hoes adore
I'm thumbing through all of these bands
Bitch I'm the man, take a good girl to a whore
Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complaining, leaving his brains on the floor
My nigga he a shooter, got 2 turn Rugers, tryna up the score
Pop a nigga, Medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors
Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse
My nigga don't got no future, he fucked up, he think killing a sport

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