Killer (Remix)

Killer Yeah I'm a Boy's crazy I'm a cold blooded Killer Made all this money from doin' this Yeah look d a got that dope Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty Twenty five thirty yeah get the money Throw it in the furnace yeah this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it swag drip I used to rock a toboggan Headphones around my neck tryna be like Shady Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin' I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby Tryna fiance me I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy Crazy I'm on a song with my idol I'm a cold blooded version of the song title I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle I take this shit to the cleaners 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer I got a special demeanor She was mine when I seen her I'm gettin' meaner and meaner Called the front desk and asked for a steamer I'm a bitch bagger not a Twitch streamer I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy damn I used to hit Caesars She 'bout to finish but wait a minute it gets deeper Same kid just a bit sleeker Yeah now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty Twenty five thirty yeah get the money Throw it in the furnace yeah this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it Listen uh They say my killing's horrendous How he still in the business Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous Ma dukes chillin' in Venice compliments of her eldest descendant Give hell with these writtens this shit only propel my ascension I held my position in any situation that's needed This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated I see the impact of all my creations increasin' My step in time with these Pantheons it all was divine I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line And lookin' back I swear to god you'd think it all was designed A true movie script I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin' I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with I manifest nothing less than the best outcome Just watch my moves with this next album nigga Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty Twenty five thirty yeah get the money Throw it in the furnace yeah this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it swag drippin' from me My sentences are harsh every single's bar's like a verdict I say it with conviction but this time you're not gonna serve it But as soon as I read it you know that you're about to get murdered When I cap it'll punish then put you in a box like a juror Haha If there's a rapper I haven't ate Where We ain't battled either that or they won't collaborate 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate Yup I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head I decapitate Yeah bitch I go harder than Carter III What But I think your thottie just thought of me She got a body and bottom like Cardi B And she be stalking me like I was broccoli I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy What It's a red alert you better skrrt or try to get on my level first Bitch I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours You bum bum Haha look at your broke ass Yeah It's why you're a bum bum Why 'cause your shit is so ass Yeah Syllable gun guns Chk chk spits and goes Hadoo Doo Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof Yeah Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued What But bitch get out of pocket and I might accost you Accost you Homicides up the wazoo Chain Chain gaudy probably got more bodi odi odies than John do John do Just called Snoop and I talked to him What we all cool Yeah Dre me and the Dogg good Doc we got you Got a castle with a solid gold floor What No I don't I don't even got a boat nor Do I got a chauffeur but a lot to show for You don't wanna fuck around and start no war Nah Twenty more years I could probably go for Just like your lip and you got a cold sore My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more Bitch Literally it's no quittin' me you kiddin' me Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me I'm getting rid of ya get clapped like chlamydia The wittiest bitch I'll snap like a tibia You wanna get silly with the bars I'm frivolous But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is East side 'til I die bitch I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat Nah 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep What Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo beep beep beep She said she fucks with the M T B to the M B Side B Slim CD I can see why you envy me you get no ass like an empty seat Haha So this shit comes with a warning for all of you punks and you corny Little fucks I woke up on my fuck shit this morning Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty Twenty five thirty yeah get the money Throw it in the furnace yeah this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it swag drippin' from me Yeah I'm a Killer Yeah I'm a what I'm a cold blooded Killer