Stefan Goreé - Killa Shit текст песни

Got so many flows like what the hell’s progressive
I heard ya tape and that shit is unimpressive
Simple ass rhymes, trying hard to be Dr. Seuss
I’m not the cat in the hat, i’m the cat with the deuce deuce
And a choppa’ll make any goofy think he in footloose
Hoes wanna get trains ran on they caboose
Like damn, times have really changed
I don’t judge cause she a scholar, yeah she giving brain
Finger fuck the Trigga, choppa don’t know «Slow Motion»
Girl told me she like 7/11, she always open
Feel like John Houseman, cause i’m on the paper chase
AK leave ya in shock, like you met a tasers face
Billfolder like it had a charger, it only know hunnas
Crew like we going to war, we only know gunnas
Hit yo ass with the bulldog, bullets leave ya brainless
Put you on a t-shirt, nigga now you famous
If you hating my dude, put another hole in yo anus
Stay in yo lane, wherever the hell yo lane is
Don’t talk big, or you’ll get hit with these Jeremy Irons
Leave yo family at yo funeral crying like they cutting onions
Imma name the brand new choppa Vitamin C
Catch ya daily dose of it, talk big and you’ll see
Guess i’m the ventriloquist, cause these niggas is dummies
These dudes soft, swear to God that they gummies
Tom Cruise away from that bullshit you talking
Call the haters Tim Robbins, they a Dead Man Walking
Every female these days wanna pop they pussy like adderall
And hoe niggas destined to talk shit it’s natural
Already know I changed, try to tell me and get a facelift
Swear even my old girl not playing that hoe shit
Fake niggas claim blood, then next day claim crip
Funny how when we see you yo pussy ass dip
Bitches show they true colors, cause i’ve been getting blue (blew) lately
Seems I can’t even tell who fake and who true lately
And cats speak lies so much they get the truth confused
You playing with B.B. Kings but i’ll really give you the blues
You playing with B.B. Kings but i’ll give you fools the blues
Niggas ain’t Cynthia Lord, but trying make rules
Cash on me, so i’m changing my name to Johnny
Yo girl dick hopping, nigga call that hoe a bunny
Stay with the Lil Mac like i’m playing Punch-Out
And my niggas carry clubs like they bringing lunch out
We’ll get on yo ass, like you had diarrhea
Leave you ass pushing up grass, nigga like a chia
We a whole bunch of killas, no ghostface
Heater leave yo ass with a toastface
We’ll roll a hating nigga like a tortilla
Bitch we’ll clap a nigga like gonnorhea
Hit you in the head, then throw yo ass in the river
You don’t want problems big fella, ya know we some killas