Killa lyrics

[Verse]
All black like I'm smokey all these n*ggas wanna know me f*cked on shorty face I damn near did the Hokey-Pokey
Suffocate that n*gga like he in a f*cking chokey
With my eaters hit my sh*t I tell they ass I was a jokey
I'm going f*cking crazy and they hate to admit it
And I pray for forgiveness
Cause I already know that my last time sinning ain't finished
That queen sh*t is real b*tch I'm winning
Don't give no f*ck bout no b*tch I need riches
Me and my b*tches we take sh*t and split it
See me in person go ape sh*t I'm with it
b*tch try to diss me my reply is acidic
b*tch try to diss me my reply is hit it
You on my di*k I ain't even know you existed
These hoes too weak they can't hold me they tripping
What did I do? these hoes hearts I am ripping
Ask a b*tch is she okay
Cause dedicating sh*t to me is just so gay
These hoes kids tell them go play
Trynna get a name off me b*tch no way
No way b*tch I go cray
I call the shots
Do what I say
Inches is slayed
Pockets is paid
Smile on your n*gga call me Kool-Aid
b*tch I'm too faded
I roll some dutches that look impregnated
b*tches is mad cause I been elevated
Too much commotion I ain't even made it
But I don't never give no f*ck b*tch
You either down or you ain't so wassup b*tch?
Team f*ck a b*tch up for some f*ck sh*t
b*tches talking to they self on some cluck sh*t
Got some weed in the remy-emy
If you a emy turn up b*tch like timmy
I don't fear not a b*tch literally any
b*tch we eating and them hoes hurt need penny
Queen sh*t b*tch