Killin' It

(album: Gangsta Stripper Music 2 - 2014)

Killing it, killing it, killing it, loook at me, look at me
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
Turnt up with bottles and models that's word to Bun B I'm too trill with it
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
Your main all on my dick in VIP and she feeling it
Look at me, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
Hol' up, killing it, killing it, killing it, look at me, look at me
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
We gon' flex forever, bitch you gon' have to deal with it

Club God got paper and I'm fucking these bitches, eventhough I am fat
In the Lex with your lames with your main giving brain, I got 12's in the back
Everybody in the club, anybody that you chilling with
Tap him on his shoulder and say bitch I'm killing it
I got 10 bottles, look at the sparkles bitch don't burn your forehead
You don't wanna fuck, your friend she peeping, you salty that's okay
Yella bitch in her feelings, I'm too cool I do not deal with this
Cause Imma fuck her friend, hit it from the back, she like nigga you killing it
I'm a ratchet, I'm [?] and we go up in Metropolis
We go DJ Diamond, these hoes on my dick cause we famous
Nut on your bitch and her face when I'm aiming
She on the molly, she ain't tripping, she real with it
Imma send Jhene Aiko a DM, when she open it, it's gon' be bitch I'm killing it
If you getting paper salute
Club God a institute
Bad bitch Imma hit it like Babe Ruth
If she pretty I eat it like Babe Ruth
Texas Hammer, we got the juice
My slab it ain't got no roof and I'm killing it
You should kill yourself if you built like [?]
I'm out the H, niggas gon' hate but fuck 'em
I like these hoes, but don't love 'em
I fuck these hoes, but don't cuff 'em
Bitch I get paper it's nothing
5 years strong and I'm still in it
Nillik ti, BeatKing what did that say?
Bitch I'm killing it

Killing it, killing it, killing it, loook at me, look at me
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
Turnt up with bottles and models that's word to Bun B I'm too trill with it
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
Your main all on my dick in VIP and she feeling it
Look at me, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
Hol' up, killing it, killing it, killing it, look at me, look at me
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
We gon' flex forever, bitch you gon' have to deal with it