Lyrics Yeat – Killin ëm

Killin ëm Lyrics – Yeat

Singer: Yeat
Title: Killin ëm

(I-I—)
(I-I—)
(I-I’m working on dying)
(BNYX)

(I got, I got)
Got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin’ ’em, killin ’em

Drugs is killin ’em, drugs is killin ’em
The mob is killin’ ’em, mob is killin’ ’em
Mob is killin’ ’em, killin’ ’em
Them guns is killin’ ’em, guns is killin’ ’em

Gun gon’ shoot, it go killin’ ’em
Memphetamines killin’ ’em, ‘phetamines killin’ ’em, yeah, and muhf#ckin’ spinnin’ ’em
I’m drinkin’ that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhf#ckin’ what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin’ that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff

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Yeah, I got some brothers, who movin’ that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that b#tch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin’ them boys like I’m workin’ at Chili’s (What? What? Yeah)

Yeah, it’s Christmas, it’s cold, this sh#t could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)
I touched me a muhf#ckin’ milli’, yeah
I’m swervin’ that f#ckin’ Chevy
I’m on the side with the gremlin, gremlin, pull up and f#ck my system and the mayhem

Them drugs is killin ’em, drugs is killin ’em
Drugs is killin’ ’em, killin ’em
I’m takin’ the Perc’ with Amoxicillin, hit the ceiling lil’ b#tch, and I’m feelin’ ’em (Ooh)
No, you can’t rock with the mob, can’t rock with the gang, lil’ b#tch, we not feeling you (Uh)

All this sh#t feeling familiar, uh
Gotta give me the lock and I’m killin’ ’em (Ooh)
I touch a mill’ every first of the month, that’s why my pockets not big enough (Ooh)
Ride ’round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this sh#t still not big enough (Ooh)

Come every time back from my break, yeah, and I’m all on the charts (Yeah)
When I geek up, lil’ b#tch, yeah I go to the sky, b#tch, I live in the stars (What)
f#ck what you sayin’, lil’ b#tch, you is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this sh#t up, but I’m back on them charts (Yeah)

Headin’ number one for the month, yeah, stay number one for the year (Yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhf#ckin’ metal, yeah, I’m crankin’ them gears (Luh crank)
Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me, b#tch, I’m stabbin’ they ears (Luh shank)
f#ck what you sayin’ lil’ b#tch, I’ma do all this sh#t, b#tch, I do it for years

(I got, I got)
Got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round b#tch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin’ ’em, killin ’em

Drugs is killin ’em, drugs is killin ’em
The mob is killin’ ’em, mob is killin’ ’em
Mob is killin’ ’em, killin’ ’em
Them guns is killin’ ’em, guns is killin’ ’em

Gun gon’ shoot, it go killin’ ’em
Memphetamines killin’ ’em, ‘phetamines killin’ ’em, yeah, and muhf#ckin’ spinnin’ ’em
I’m drinkin’ that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhf#ckin’ what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin’ that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff

Yeah, I got some brothers, who movin’ that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that b#tch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin’ them boys like I’m workin’ at Chili’s (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it’s Christmas, it’s cold, this sh#t could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)
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