warhol.ss – kill tek piece lyrics
[hook – warhol.ss]
k!ll tek piece, three feet tall
running these streets, we didn’t even crawl
choppa goin’ in, hit it for ya
raise on the east, no friends, yeah
hunnid round drum, gonna run that ammo
knife on the gun when you ride, n-gg- bando
two 23 with the sprite like rambo
told it through the grave
beat a n-gg- with a hambone
redbone b-tch imma get it in backbone
big bag on me
i don’t pay tax on ’em
baggin’ up o.g. right about a flash-up
glock no safety, n-gg- whatcha mac on
these n-gg-s buyin’ my swag like soulja
n-gg- been poppin’ those xans on be low
geeked up rockin’ my shades like poker
poured up sippin’ on ‘ac no keystone
[verse 1 – lil mosey]
yeah, diamonds on me
i got a wok and i got a tree
n-gg-s be hatin’, they envying me
i keep the bands on me, oh (bands)
yeah, patek (patek)
that sh-t put ice on my neck (on my neck)
just went and f-cked and i left
that lil b-tch i slept, uh (b-tch)
n-gg-s be cappin’, they lying (lying)
big backwood, i’m flyin’ (i’m flying)
k!ll tek piece, you dyin’ (brr)
big rock bands in time
ooh, shoot at you (slide through), that
[hook – warhol.ss]
k!ll tek piece, three feet tall
running these streets, we didn’t even crawl
choppa goin’ in, hit it for ya
raise on the east, no friends, yeah
hunnid round drum, gonna run that ammo
knife on the gun when you ride, n-gg- bando
two 23 with the sprite like rambo
told it through the grave
beat a n-gg- with a hambone
redbone b-tch imma get it in backbone
big bag on me
i don’t pay tax on ’em
baggin’ up o.g. right about a flash-up
glock no safety, n-gg- whatcha mac on
these n-gg-s buyin’ my swag like soulja
n-gg- been poppin’ those xans on be low
geeked up rockin’ my shades like poker
poured up sippin’ on ‘ac no keystone
[verse 2 – warhol.ss]
steppin’ in public that lean in my body
i take your heart to the tropics
takin’ these doses of molly
b-tch i’m the sh-t like a patio
brought with a activist
no you can’t lean on me
hop on the flight and i
switch up the scenery
i know he p-ssy that boy
ain’t no k!llin’ these
hoppin’ off safety just for the enemies
n-gg-s we talkin’ for internet
no i was never too into that
aye, masion margiela they into that
and l.a. b-tch so thick
she fittin’ that
she thick, pay for the extras
put that little ho on a strecher
choppa gon’ get it bustin’ like vectis
give me some weed, codeine, and extras
[hook – warhol.ss]
k!ll tek piece, three feet tall
running these streets, we didn’t even crawl
choppa goin’ in, hit it for ya
raise on the east, no friends, yeah
hunnid round drum, gonna run that ammo
knife on the gun when you ride, n-gg- bando
two 23 with the sprite like rambo
told it through the grave
beat a n-gg- with a hambone
redbone b-tch imma get it in backbone
big bag on me
i don’t pay tax on ’em
baggin’ up o.g. right about a flash-up
glock no safety, n-gg- whatcha mac on
these n-gg-s buyin’ my swag like soulja
n-gg- been poppin’ those xans on be low
geeked up rockin’ my shades like poker
poured up sippin’ on ‘ac no keystone
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