K.I.L.L.A.S. Lyrics – The Game
Singer: The Game
Title: K.I.L.L.A.S.
Woo! Woo!
They talkin’ bout real n#gg#s back in style
Look, we never went nowhere
We just had to turn to a secret society
‘Cause too many sucka n#gg#s got a blue check
And thought they was somebody
You know who I’m with
Killas, killas, killas
Brand new Richard Mille
Timb’s on when I step through the city
Gucci North Face when it get chilly
See them robbers? Yeah them killers is with me
Killers, on top of the building, killers
I’m droppin’ the ceiling, killers
She left you on read to hop in this Red Maybach with the killers
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
‘Cause we got them FNs, she sneak ’em inside
We takin’ them shots but you still alive
We iron your section, yeah, we ’bout to slide
We roll up our sleeves, we light up your Live
We don’t want to debt it, we ready to die
Meet you in heaven, we up in the sky
Tell God we killers
Killers, killers, killers
Killers, killers, killers
Tell God we killers
Killers, killers, kill
Killers, killers, killers, huh
She textin’ me (Right), he wan’ take her phone (Damn)
She broke his heart (So), he wanna break a bone (So)
Talkin’ bout you bad (Bad), every time I make her moan (Moan)
Said she ran the crib, you Kyrie, you can’t play at home (Sheesh)
Wanna know about me, just ask, n#gg#
They’ll tell you that I’m that n#gg#
Two hoes, Jack tripper
Don’t confuse me with these rap n#gg#s (No)
My .45’ll still slap n#gg#s
Worse than that, I’ll spray the MAC, n#gg#
Wanna play games, we got apps, n#gg# (Apps, n#gg#)
Cargo off of this game, 24 acres in Spain
[?], takin’ Harlem, what about my nickname, it’s-
Killer, killer, killer, killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer
I’m finna go catch me a body, she up in the lobby
I think her name Dotty, she f#ck with them Saudis
She be in them Audis, pink toes, Cam said she a thotty
I be in Abu Dhabi, Lewis Hamilton head #ss n#gg#, racin’ Ferraris
Richard Mille on chip, playboy, this watch is a Carti’
I stepped on the Valentinos with my Air Forces, I’on think I said sorry
f#ck I look like, Steve Harvey?
Money bags got her acting like she Ari (She not)
So with the Kehlani, [?], Imani and her, yeah, her
The one with the dots, both queens, Nicki and Naija
Rubi and [?], my bad, SZA
Lizzo, she a killer
Chloe Bailey, she a killer
Can’t forget about her sister
She a killer
Dream Doll, she a killer
To be a killer, you gotta be BIA
Brown skin, I need a new [?]
Type of chick I could vibe with
Hold the Draco for me, slide with
Rick Owen boots make her 6’5″, but when she f#ckin’, she 5’6″
Got a threesome for the WiFi
Gave it to her, gotta high five
No reception in the high rise
Shoulder shrug, bye bye
‘Least you leave her with a…
Brand new Richard Mille
Timb’s on when I step through the city
Gucci North Face when it get chilly
See them robbers? Yeah them killers is with me
Killers, on top of the building, killers
I’m droppin’ the ceiling, killers
She left you on read to hop in this Red Maybach with the killers
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
‘Cause we got them FNs, she sneak ’em inside
We takin’ them shots but you still alive
We iron your section, yeah, we ’bout to slide
We roll up our sleeves, we light up your live
We don’t want to debt it, we ready to die
Meet you in heaven, we up in the sky
Tell God we killers
Killers, killers, killers
Killers, killers, killers
Tell God we killers
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