Killa Gang

(Verse 1)

Yeah, straight out the trap, born in struggle

Momma l told me stay out of trouble

the streets kept callin', the money was talkin'

Saw my first dead body 'fore I was fuckin walkin

Swear to killa gang, I ain't fallin for fame

Got a glock in my lap, sayin' their names

Lost my brother to the system, another to the grave

Gotta get this paper, gotta make a way

(Chorus)

Got that drop, ya know, that smooth flow

Posted on the block where the real ones go

Got my gang life, that's just how it is

Zip after zip, Stackin' up millions

We bros 'round here, we ain’t stuntin

Real talk, real facts, ain't no frontin'

Yeah, killa, killa, that's the gang, that's who I wit

If you ain't talkin' money, you can suck my dick

(Verse 2)

All these rappers talkin' 'bout a life they ain't lived

I'm talkin' real life, what the streets done did

Got my killa gang chain glistenin', blindin' all the ops

Pull up with the windows down, lettin' off shots

They want me to fall off, but I'm only goin' up

Got a team full of killers, you can't run wit us

They know my body count, know my choppa sound

I'm a self-made millionaire, bitch you a clown

(Chorus)

Got that drop, ya know, that smooth flow

Posted on the block where the real ones go

Got my gang life, that's just how it is

Zip after zip, Stackin' up millions

We bros 'round here, we ain’t stuntin

Real talk, real facts, ain't no frontin'

Killa, killa, that's the gang, that's who I wit

If you ain't talkin' money, you can suck my dick

(Verse 3)

They want the old me, I tell 'em get a new you

paper to the ceilin’, make my momma proud too

Heard they plottin' on my downfall, that's a bad move

Got the red beam on his head, that's a tattoo

From the trap, yeah, I made it rappin’

Got a hundred round drum, they be trackin’

Ain't no handouts, I stood tall, I was left out

Got my cash app, send the money, then I cash out

(Bridge)

Big stepper, the real deal, this ain't a lot (gang)

Put the money in the safe, call it a vault (killa)

Got the sauce, I don't need no salt (Nah)

Talkin' shit in songs, that's your fault (Brr)

In the kitchen with the pot, I'm a chef, nah

Got the stick on me now, it's a ref, nah

Each time I drop a project, it's a test (yeah)

Bulletproof vest, put the money in the chest (yeah)

(Outro)

Yeah, Killa Gang

money and war

Flashin my chains

Killa killa gang gang

Killa killa gang gang