Killin ëm Lyrics Yeat

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Killin ëm Lyrics Yeat

Song:– Killin ëm

Singer:– Yeat

Album:– Lyfë

Producer:– BNYX®

Written:– Yeat & BNYX®

Label:– Geffen Records, Field Trip Recordings, Interscope Records & TwizzyRich

[Intro]
(I-I—)
(I-I—)
(I-I’m working on dying)
(BNYX)

[Chorus]
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin’ ’em, killin ’em
Drugs is killin ’em, drugs is killin ’em
The mob is killin’ ’em, mob is killin’ ’em
Mob is killin’ ’em, killin’ ’em
Them guns is killin’ ’em, guns is killin’ ’em
Gun gon’ shoot, it go killin’ ’em
Memphetamines killin’ ’em, ‘phetamines killin’ ’em, yeah, and muhfuckin’ spinnin’ ’em
I’m drinkin’ that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin’ what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin’ that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff

[Verse]
Yeah, I got some brothers, some movin’ that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin’ them boys like I’m workin’ at Chili’s (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it’s Christmas, it’s cold, this shit could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)
I touched me a muhfuckin’ milli’, yeah
I’m swervin’ the [?]
I’m on the side with the gremlin, gremlin, pull up and fuck my system and the mayhem
Them drugs is killin ’em, drugs is killin ’em
Drugs is killin’ ’em, killin ’em
I’m takin’ the Perc’ with Amoxicillin, hit the ceiling lil’ bitch, and I’m feelin’ ’em
No, you can’t rock with the mob, can’t rock with the gang, lil’ bitch, we not feeling you (Uh-uh)
All this shit feeling familiar, uh
Gotta give me the lock and I’m killin’ ’em
I touch a mill’ every first of the month, that’s why my pockets not big enough
[?] ’round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this shit still not big enough
Come every time back from my break, yeah, and I’m all on the charts
When I geek up, lil’ bitch, I go to the sky, bitch, I live in the stars
Fuck what you sayin’, lil’ bitch, you is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this shit up, but I’m back on them charts (Yeah)
Headin’ number one for the month, yeah, stay number one for the year
Yeah, I turn up the muhfuckin’ metal, yeah, I’m crankin’ them gears
Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me, bitch, I’m stabbin’ the Urus
Fuck what you sayin’ lil’ bitch, I’ma do all this shit, bitch, I do it for years

[Outro]
Yeah, I got some brothers, some movin’ that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings, touching the ceiling