Kill Kill

(альбом: Bloodshells Revenge - 2018)

Check the fucking shit, make sure it ain't on safety man, so we can get the fuck up outta here
Man, Glocks don't have no fucking safety...

Booling, hell nah I ain't cooling
My nigga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless
Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit
Simon said get 'em, blues clues left 'em clueless
Why they call me Nine, Channel 9 on that new shit
I ain't talking nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V'd up, don't get caught up in that woo shit
Bitch I'm double K, murder kill, that's the movement

I got the bat in case he run with that, call me a running back
I drop wood like a lumberjack, kick or I'm punting that
Headfirst all off in the sack, this a MAC, not a hat
And if I took it, you ain't getting it back
Lil Nine done buck the jack
Told me oops, now she feeling that, my dick all in her back
It's a choo choo, beat it off the tracks, I can't lay up with that
I'm a motherfucking minuteman, thugging in the stand
Jitterbug, ran into them bands, going Super Saiyan
I'm balling on and off the court but I'm above the rim
Remember aggravated battery, still in it for attempt
I can't let 'em take my life so I'm speeding, tryna get him
And lil nina got a dick so it's fuck all that shit you hear
I'm rolling with A double F, can't forget the N
And the A be for all, F for family, no friends
With my back against the wall, who to call once again
I done been through it all, can't you tell how I spit?

Booling, hell nah I ain't cooling
My nigga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless
Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit
Simon said get 'em, blues clues left 'em clueless
Why they call me Nine, Channel 9 on that new shit
I ain't talking nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V'd up, don't get caught up in that woo shit
Bitch I'm double K, murder kill, that's the movement

Spin your block, murder kill kill, I gotta kill him
I keep screaming free my nigga who in the system
Framed him, ain't no picture, I really miss him
Can't keep falling victim, keep missing Christmas
I was rolling off a jigga, dick in her liver
He copping pleas with them niggas, more stripes than Tigger
I need the brand new baloney, pay up, you owe me
I keep a shooter, no Ginobili, he going Kobe
But I be balling like I'm Scotty, he off a molly
Lil bruh just geeking out his body, I pumped the shotty
They yelling run Ricky run, now I quit, now I bust gun
I had done took a little time off, I piped out, no fun guy
Okay so now they count me in, they want me winning
I got some niggas, boy they love me, pull up, no Huggie
She just want my fungi, she want to hug me
I had to pass her to Lil OD, he in her tummy, ayy

Booling, hell nah I ain't cooling
My nigga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless
Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit
Simon said get 'em, blues clues left 'em clueless
Why they call me Nine, Channel 9 on that new shit
I ain't talking nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V'd up, don't get caught up in that woo shit
Bitch I'm double K, murder kill, that's the movement