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lil king & vonoff1700 - not a killa lyrics

[intro: lil king]
free the clan, we the f+ckin’ clan, n+gga
come here, come here

[verse 1: lil king]
them n+ggas is not no k!llers (they not no k!llers)
they don’t be outside tryna catch somethin’ (tryna catch somethin’)
b+tch, i was outside in the back of the car with a chop in my hand tryna stretch somethin’ (i was out tryna stretch somethin’)
i don’t tolerate none of that tough sh+t, n+gga (at all), all of my opps gettin’ stepped on (gettin’ stepped on)
my ex b+tch went and f+cked one of the opps, i ain’t trippin’, i ran up a check on her (i ran up a check)
that papеr gon’ keep comin’ in, give a f+ck ’bout a b+tch, i could buy four (buy four)
and honestly, if it’s a problem with n+ggas, wе pullin’ up to they front door (pullin’ up right to they front door)
but honestly, n+ggas ain’t never on sh+t, i know the n+ggas don’t want war (at all)
i watched my lil’ brother stand over and blitz, we in traffic with switch tryna up score (tryna up score)
tryna bang a n+gga, hop out and change a n+gga, shoot ’til it’s no more (okay)
real dangerous n+gga, don’t say the wrong thing, you know we put sh+t on the floor (n+gga, you could get changed)
reach for this chain, you know you a dead man walkin’, b+tch, you ain’t gon’ get to the door
i turned a rachet b+tch into an instagram model, she always want christian dior (okay, okay)
i bought a lot of sh+t, i spent a whole lot of money for nothin’, i’m switchin’ the topic
if brodie hop out with a drac’ and he put that b+tch right to your face, you would think it’s a rocket (come here)
i’m rollin’ up dead n+ggas and smokin’ on opps in the wraith, boy, this sh+t got me nauseous
out at concerts sippin’ on drank, backwoods to the face, i might f+ck around, start me a mosh pit

[verse 2: vonoff1700]
alright, come on
the opps just dropped ’em a song and ain’t get no views, boy, that sh+t is not it (weak as f+ck)
caught him in traffic, shot that b+tch so many times, now he gotta get his car fixed (come here, rrah, rrah, rrah, d+mn)
she done ate d+ck from west to south (the f+ck?), f+ck i look like callin’ her my b+tch?
this fresh off the pad, but i put me a window up in it, so i treat it like my whip
right now how i’m feelin’, don’t care who the lil’ n+ggas is, when we catch him, we k!ll him (k!llin’ his ass)
you could go ask, after i signed my deal, i was still out spinnin’ with drilla (that sh+t don’t change)
b+tch, it’s amiri my jeans and lanvin my kicks, your boyfriend shop at vila (his broke ass)
what’s up in the clip, this b+tch got colorful tips, this here put down a gorilla (you know that)
we layin’ the belt on the opps, they wavin’ the flag, we makin’ them n+ggas surrender (they b+tch ass)
hit his ass three different ways with three different k’s, we put his dumb ass in a blender
whenever i bounce on the opps, tryna hit me a top, i be aimin’ that b+tch at the center (head)
whenever i do me a show, i feel like lil durk, got three hundred shots in the sprinter
we k!lled that n+gga on camera, go check it out, they posted that sh+t on twitter
hit his all in his stomach, he stand up to sh+t, he don’t even gotta go to the sh+tter
blew through four hundred thousand, i ain’t had no other choice but to go get richer (come on)
come where, where you goin’? the way that i bounce out throwin’, they say that i look like a pitcher (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
i’m up in l.a., uppin’ a hundred in blues, you would think that i play for the clippers (n+gga, i’m rich as a b+tch)
i’m really confused, i wanna be rich as a b+tch, why everybody wanna be k!llers? (the f+ck?)
i late for my flight, runnin’ all through the airport, so, no, i cannot take pictures (no)
she say, “von, is you finna fly me out?” b+tch, go jump in the river, gang (you better off k!llin’ yourself, b+tch, you dumb as f+ck)
[outro: vonoff1700]
turnt up, not turnt up, n+gga diss on the gang, gon’ get his dumb ass sent up
ayy, king, go get his ass

- lil king vonoff1700 lyrics

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