Kill who lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Wow, blow it away; hundred meter)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Woah
sh*t I do? Record breakin'
All that sh*t you doin'? Boy you hella fakin'
These n*ggas nd' b*tches be broke, but still outside celebratin'
Damn
Bro b*tch fornicatin', can't afford the formula for the baby
Damn
n*ggas got all that time on their hands nd' they can't even do anything more than hate me
Rap sons that I never raised? Can't nobody save them like a border baby
I'm in the city, he ain't get booked; he in my line like bro they can't afford to pay mе
But the same day you pay me twicе the price that you ever did? I guess they bein' shady
Or possibility you could be bein' lazy?
Played the crease it daily
I couldn't even say this as a lady, not lookin' back on what the n*gga said
Sounded kinda crazy
He fell insecure? Thats why he needs a lady
I don't need a b*tch, I got my fee for this
For me to even be on beat that speak on this
I should've made you swipe nd' pay a fee for this
n*gga scam they fam, back stab they man
Cuff a weak b*tch, I brought the rap ban
I ain't dissin' n*gga, i'm juss' doin' work
I get paid to make a n*ggas feelins' hurt
Fo retaliation, boy the dude get merked
Fo I ask a question, imma shoot her first
Take the b*tch back nd' then do her worse
I just wanna [?], like Uzi Vert
I could give a f*ck about a battle wrap, turn into a church
I [?] through the universe
Pistol big enough to hit the universe, so I just punch a n*gga like computer work
I'll hack a n*gga, i'm all for attackin' a n*gga
Like all for the wall, lets get back to the picuture
We ain't no opp, this a bad ass picture nd' you be the ladder brought that for a knee
They like whats a ladder? I told them for walk, cause we walkin' sh*t down it don't matter
pus*y see through, you can do the math after
Whats in it? Discount a real half off a n*gga
Aye
Faceshot, take a mask of the n*gga
Now that future look different? I just had a vision
Aye
b*tch I ain't duckin' no smoke, I down near got cancer from all of these healings
Aye
She used to come put the money right up hand, I had love for that b*tch
She used to bring me the b*tches, I can't really say I ain't f*ck with that b*tch
Boy homie mad, I was f*ckin' that b*tch; you be mad at how many I f*ck with that b*tch
And if you got money? You know don't know dollars ain't nothing bout trustin' a b*tch
Aye n*gga read em nd' weed
f*ck n*gga bleed nd' he be in remedial, be out his me
Forgetin' his feet like he lost nd' completly forgot that hoe memory gettin' rejocked
[?] won't look like the face on a watch
Got the cops on my case, but my face on the watch
n*gga my only opp is the town that I got
Seemed like every sixth year, I got hate for the clock