Killem’ all lyrics

[Intro: Omni]
(Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

[Verse 1: Omni & 800pts]
I'm off a Percocet pill, I need God to come and take the wheel, I need him to come save me (Yeah, yeah)
Some of these n*ggas some hoes, but they think they made me (Yeah, yeah)
Some of these n*ggas don't know sh*t, they dumb as f*ck, yeah, for sure
Buy me a Tesla pill when I get bored (Bored)
I been off these f*ckin' pills, it feel like I'm dyin' (I'm dyin')
Yeah, huh, huh, b*tch, I'm high in sky, b*tch, I'm gone and geeked up off earth (Right now)
Huh, huh, the b*tch wanna f*ck, told that ho, "I can't do it unless I got my Perc'"
Where his mans at? The n*gga put up on a shirt
So the sh*t wasn't even worth it, I don't know why he did it
Dropped ten bands all up on a brand new pendant
Know you n*ggas tryna be like me 'cause I'm winnin'
Drop this sh*t on they heads, told 'em n*ggas I sh*tted (Yeah, yeah)
Where the f*ck that Perc' 10 at? b*tch, I need it, swear I ain't kiddin', haha (Ha, ha, huh)
Huh, n*ggas think that they goin' far but they not
Been blew ten bands all on Wock'
Swear these drugs I love, know that's all that I do, hahaha (Haha)
Don't put this sh*t on me, b*tch, I swear to God
Never needed none of y'all n*ggas anyway
Still popped a pill even though I already knew that b*tch wasn't real, yeah, I knew it was fake (b*tch, b*tch, I already knew that sh*t was fake)
(Huh, huh, huh) Huh, b*tch, compared to me n*ggas, ain't got nowhere near what it take (Near what it take)
Huh, huh (Huh), huh, lil' b*tch (Huh)
I still pray to God like every day (Huh, pray to God), b*tch, ain't no way I ever run out of faith (Faith, huh, yeah, pray to God)
[Verse 2: 800pts]
(Yeah, huh, hah-ah) [?] on my nose, ah
[?] bro, you a poser
I just wasn't waiting for the exposure (Huh, huh)
Anywhere I go, got private chauffeur
Maybach truck, f*ck that lil' ahh Rover (Bih)
I'm too rich, ain't shop at Dover
Bad ass b*tch, she takin' her clothes off (Uh, ah-ah-ah-ah)
Huh, uh, this new album really pressure, huh
All that bullsh*t these other rappers been droppin', man, I'ma crush 'em, uh (Admit it, I'ma crush 'em)
This new b*tch so bougie, I won't buy her sh*t, I'ma still f*ck her, huh
And you know I hate my life, that's why I take drugs and I cut up, uh, uh (They cut my wrist)
Yeah (Uh-huh), I just turned eighteen, my b*tch is like twenty though (Yeah, yeah)
Actually, that b*tch about to turn twenty-four (Ah)
[?] and I mix it with Adderall
They don't care what I say, I wanna end it all
800pts, I'm the best, I can never fall (Yuh)
If I just died tonight, that sh*t look better though
You want a feature? Boy, I need a twenty-ball (b*tch)
b*tch, I made it against all odds, remember one year ago they all hated me (Pfft)
Puttin' sh*t up my nose, swear to God, man, I'm my own worst enemy (Huh)
b*tch, made it out of Denmark, got these Russians start claimin' me (Uh)
3D printer, Ghost Glock, run in, I start sprayin' sh*t, yeah (Buh-buh, fsh, huh)

[Outro: 800pts]
(Huh, run in, start sprayin' sh*t)
(800, martyr, and Omni on the beat, yeah, fsh)
(Huh, we brazy, hah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Hol' on)