Kill sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
(This is a L beat, aw man)
It's time to let these n*ggas know what it is in the streets
Ayy, Bibby, let's kill sh*t, broski
What you wanna do?
It's whatever, man, just go on ahead and rip that sh*t
I'ma come around and clean that sh*t up
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple n*ggas that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a n*gga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
150, I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a b*tch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
'Cause they know a n*gga got them racks with me
No velcro, but the strap with me
Let a n*gga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don't even care
b*tch, I cash out 'til I pass out
Got a couple Trues I don't even wear
In the game, b*tch, I do my thang
Hoes scream my name, I ain't even there
Lil Herb, boy, I do's this
Leave your b*tch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool sh*t
But now it's back to some killer sh*t
Got some wild hoes that'll drill a b*tch
Yeah, it's No Limit, thirty years runnin'
Thirty years gunnin' and we still the sh*t
I never run 'cause I stay to fight
I'll cook a n*gga like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang, gotta pay the price
Hit a n*gga with the forty-fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M.O.B., I don't love a ho
I'ma be this way 'til I'm forty-six
Matter of fact 'til a n*gga die
Smoke kush blunts 'til a n*gga cry
And I never feed off another man
'Cause I understand how a n*gga lie
Never snitch on a n*gga dry
Yeah, that's how a n*gga die
Got a yellow b*tch in the passenger
She gon' suck and f*ck if I get her high
If I do the dash, then my whip'll fly
Foreign sh*t what a n*gga ride
I ain't never snoozin', let a n*gga try
Got the nine Ruger on a n*gga side
[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, No Limit
Yeah, I'm all about that sack, b*tch
My young n*ggas, they clap sh*t
Let the MAC spit, we whack sh*t
Weezy in that cut
With that Nina, that's that black b*tch
Rico wanna get 'em I'm like, "Cuz, man, I got this"
Shootin' sh*t, hittin' sh*t, four-five extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' sh*t and y'all know what snitches get
No Limit sh*t, we with the sh*ts, I'm focused on gettin' rich
M.O.B., forget a b*tch right after I hit the b*tch
Like point me to the kitchen, b*tch, I be water whippin' sh*t
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it with the fork
Straight drop, no shorts, shooters on and off the court
Shoot a n*gga off his porch, turn a n*gga to a corpse
Yeah, I'm 'bout that, rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that
'Cause I never leave without that
And that's real sh*t
Got real hitters, they kill sh*t
You f*ck around, hit the kill switch
These hollow tips, you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich
'Cause my mama said I wouldn't be sh*t
Nobody never gave me sh*t
Like, "Bibby, hop on this remix"
That's five hundred, no free sh*t
'Cause I'm hot and I do this sh*t for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my Nina give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop, R.I.P. Roc
Catch a few opps, send a few shots
Might hit a few blocks, f*ck a few thots
I need ten mill', might seem like a lot
But I spit straight drop, so it's really not
My team gon' eat, R.I.P. the police
Fake n*ggas don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski
Damn