bennett a.k. - killing glitches lyrics
[chorus]
i’m not the one to keep it low
you pull with that .44
saw your homie on the floor
hol ‘up what you trippin’ for
don’t f#ck with me anymore
cause your b#tch on my telephone
face to face or toe to toe
good or bad i’m two of those
[verse 1]
all these b#tches takin’ drugs
pull up on ’em watch ’em duck
drivin’ in a lambo truck
like kd i’m “thunderstruck”
f#ck all these fake thugs
do the talk but not the walk
chop you with a tomahawk
make your ass a laughingstock
i don’t minus i just add
put my order on my tab
voices wanna make mad
k!lling glitches ain’t so bad
b#tches call me crackerjack
we just cut we don’t need no mac
they playin’ like its hack#a#shaq
i’m dunkin’ like its “shaq attack”
all the snakes wanna steal this
feel this and take this
how ’bout for a quick diss
to put them in silence
they want me to follow the laws
go against and its your loss
i’m so fresh you need to pause
flexin’ on ’em like a boss
[chorus]
i’m not the one to keep it low
you pull with that .44
saw your homie on the floor
hol ‘up what you trippin’ for
don’t f#ck with me anymore
cause your b#tch on my telephone
face to face or toe to toe
good or bad i’m two of those
[verse 2]
back with the flow
tell that b#tch get out the door
i got a whole lotta flow
see how the choppa gon’ blow
(hol ‘up hol ‘up)
i don’t really play with no automatic
let it c#ck back make ’em call the medic
why these hoes be so dramatic
i diss your sensitive topic
she’s with me when she’s calling you
now you’re mad what you gonna do
come get some i’m with the crew
shootin’ shots at the rendezvous
walk around with a top wife beater
i’m so cold you’ll need a heater
play my song turn up your speaker
walk in the park they call me peter
can’t hit me when i’m in my zone
like mayweather with the shoulder roll
hate all of you with my corazón
you’re the traitor afterall
mess with me i can’t believe it
got a death wish imma have to hear it
saw your face i can’t unsee it
like mj i’m gonna beat it
always go with 6 shots
we be doin’ big shots
you be takin’ snapshots
only net no bank shot
came up on the wrong yacht
gunned down in the best spot
we the real ones you the fraud they be hatin’ on the squad
[chorus]
i’m not the one to keep it low
you pull with that .44
saw your homie on the floor
hol ‘up what you trippin’ for
don’t f#ck with me anymore
cause your b#tch on my telephone
face to face or toe to toe
good or bad i’m two of those
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