Issue No 131 Killed Lyrics
Killed by Issue No. 131
Feat. Gunplay & Lil Reese
I sent your bitch home with my mixtape
Huh, ignorance is bliss
Happiness is priceless
I sent your bitch home with my mixtape
And the "I just sucked a dick" face
My kin's leased(?)
My shit's loaded
My shooters are on deckington
You don't gotta like it at all
But you best to be respecting it
Put that work in myself
I work for myself
On my own
I sign easily(?)
I'm cool off your health(?)
They're moving for self
They're selfish people
And I'm a team player
I cannot help these people
They take advantage of my loving country
And get introduced to my love for violence
Everything get done in silence
The gospel don't talk unless you're somewhere quiet
I'm saying too much
My youngest always strapped
In love with ignorance
I show them how to eat
Then I teach them militaries
Ask about me
Fuck that shit, come find out!
Anytime you want!
I love that shit
[Hook]
My moves are for no one
They don't feel nobody
They ain't get no love
If I don't know you
You nobody!
Fuck around, get killed!
Fuck around, get killed!
Fuck around, get killed!
I'm not playing with you
Nigga, you ain't finna ride
Go home, aside!
Chilling like a villain
But I gotta drum aside
I'm like Obama
With a lama, now, that's traumatize
Gotta kilo bout to snork me an atomic line
I keep a rubber and a rupert,
Cause you never know
That bitch been sucking dick
She forever ho
I never raised a hand
Under any oath
I drink a river
I nearly live on Rhamy soap
Earth kissed my dishrag
My coke look like Christmas
This dick look like death
So get ghost with your bitch ass
When I get on Mollie,
I might kill somebody
Strong arm ideal
I made the sirens(?)
[Hook]
My goons don't like nobody
If you ain;t from where I'm from
Who the fuck is you?
You a nobody!
Robbing Mr. Hobby
Smoking weed in the lobby
Like fuck er'body
Fuck er'body who think they the guests
Cup the shooters, I cup the shooters
Amen
Lay a nigga down
Take what he got
I need that
Where the cheese at?
Rolling up the dope
I need that
No fees in my show(?)
I smoke 6 packs
You see money rolling up dope
I don't need that
You can keep that
Forty young boy
You can get this
Look at my wrist
This shit bringing
Boy, now look at your wrist!
[Hook]
I sent your bitch home with my mixtape
Huh, ignorance is bliss
Happiness is priceless
I sent your bitch home with my mixtape
And the "I just sucked a dick" face
My kin's leased(?)
My shit's loaded
My shooters are on deckington
You don't gotta like it at all
But you best to be respecting it
Put that work in myself
I work for myself
On my own
I sign easily(?)
I'm cool off your health(?)
They're moving for self
They're selfish people
And I'm a team player
I cannot help these people
They take advantage of my loving country
And get introduced to my love for violence
Everything get done in silence
The gospel don't talk unless you're somewhere quiet
I'm saying too much
My youngest always strapped
In love with ignorance
I show them how to eat
Then I teach them militaries
Ask about me
Fuck that shit, come find out!
Anytime you want!
I love that shit
[Hook]
My moves are for no one
They don't feel nobody
They ain't get no love
If I don't know you
You nobody!
Fuck around, get killed!
Fuck around, get killed!
Fuck around, get killed!
I'm not playing with you
Nigga, you ain't finna ride
Go home, aside!
Chilling like a villain
But I gotta drum aside
I'm like Obama
With a lama, now, that's traumatize
Gotta kilo bout to snork me an atomic line
I keep a rubber and a rupert,
Cause you never know
That bitch been sucking dick
She forever ho
I never raised a hand
Under any oath
I drink a river
I nearly live on Rhamy soap
Earth kissed my dishrag
My coke look like Christmas
This dick look like death
So get ghost with your bitch ass
When I get on Mollie,
I might kill somebody
Strong arm ideal
I made the sirens(?)
[Hook]
My goons don't like nobody
If you ain;t from where I'm from
Who the fuck is you?
You a nobody!
Robbing Mr. Hobby
Smoking weed in the lobby
Like fuck er'body
Fuck er'body who think they the guests
Cup the shooters, I cup the shooters
Amen
Lay a nigga down
Take what he got
I need that
Where the cheese at?
Rolling up the dope
I need that
No fees in my show(?)
I smoke 6 packs
You see money rolling up dope
I don't need that
You can keep that
Forty young boy
You can get this
Look at my wrist
This shit bringing
Boy, now look at your wrist!
[Hook]