Kill Kill Lyrics – Glokknine
Singer: Glokknine
Title: Kill Kill
Check the f#ckin’ sh#t, make sure it ain’t on safety man, so we can get the f#ck up outta here
Man, Glocks don’t have no f#ckin’ safety…
Boolin’, hell nah I ain’t coolin’
My n#gg# 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 sh#t
I ain’t talkin’ nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V’d up, don’t get caught up in that woo sh#t
b#tch 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 puntin’ that
Headfirst all off in the sack, this a MAC, not a hat
And if I took it, you ain’t gettin’ it back
Lil Nine done buck the jack
Told me oops, now she feelin’ 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 motherf#cking minuteman, thuggin’ in the stand
Jitterbug, ran into them bands, goin’ Super Saiyan
I’m ballin’ 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 speedin’, tryna get him
And lil nina got a dick so it’s f#ck all that sh#t 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?
Boolin’, hell nah I ain’t coolin’
My n#gg# 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 sh#t
I ain’t talkin’ nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V’d up, don’t get caught up in that woo sh#t
b#tch 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 n#gg# who in the system
Framed him, ain’t no picture, I really miss him
Can’t keep fallin’ victim, keep missing Christmas
I was rollin’ off a jigga, dick in her liver
He coppin’ pleas with them n#gg#s, more stripes than Tigger
I need the brand new baloney, pay up, you owe me
I keep a shooter, no Ginobili, he goin’ Kobe
But I be ballin’ like I’m Scotty, he off a molly
Lil bruh just geekin’ out his body, I pumped the shotty
They yellin’ 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 winnin’
I got some n#gg#s, 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
Boolin’, hell nah I ain’t coolin’
My n#gg# 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 sh#t
I ain’t talkin’ nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V’d up, don’t get caught up in that woo sh#t
b#tch I’m double K, murder kill, that’s the movement
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