I Kill People Lyrics - Tadoe

Ayy, what's poppin'? 

You know how the fuck we bleed, man 

We get money and kill people, man 

You hear me, man? 

We don't rap beef, man 

We slide, man, we drill people, man 

Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man 

I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man 

Let's get it 

Ayy, ayy, ayy 

Shawty know I kill people, real people 

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals 

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy 

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah 

Shawty know I kill people, real people 

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals 

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy 

Nigga need to find his chill boy 

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up 

Tote somethin' illegal 

Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people 

Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it) 

Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang) 

Bitch, I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang) 

Bitch, we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang) 

Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man 

Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man 

Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt) 

In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, bitch (skrt skrt) 

I don't rap beef, what's the words, bitch? (huh?) 

Niggas sneak dissin', let me heard (bang bang) 

Ayy, ayy, ayy 

Shawty know I kill people, real people 

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals 

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy 

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah 

Shawty know I kill people, real people 

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals 

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy 

Nigga need to find his chill boy 

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up 

Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes 

How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco 

She show me her thong, Sisqó, she's high and ready to go 

I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low 

Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that yoom 

Baby, I know you smell that fume 

Just get down, you hear that boom 

In the back of the 'Bach, and this bitch got room 

Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue 

Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot 

All these diamonds, I don't get hot 

Young nigga really from them blocks 

Ayy pussy, here we come, if you ready or not 

On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot 

Ayy, ayy, ayy 

Shawty know I kill people, real people 

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals 

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy 

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah 

Shawty know I kill people, real people 

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals 

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy 

Nigga need to find his chill boy 

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah 

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up 

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