R.I.P ROUNDS

[Intro]
Kill Confirmed

[Chorus 1: KAMAROV]
R.I.P rounds in the Glock, costs like sixty bucks a mag
Tek-9 on my side with a laser beam attatched
Swiss cheese is what I'll make you, turn my opps all into ash
Fuck with me and kill confirmed, leave your body in a cast

[Verse 1: KAMAROV]
Puttin' all these bodies on the market
Rollin' down your block, I'm raining shots and I can't stop it
Put another thirty in my system, bitch, I pop it
Slittin' on her throat, ain't go to waste yeah she my puppet
Let's see how far you get, when this bullet hit your dome
Swipin' funds off of credit cards, now I got a 'K in chrome
What that bitch gonna do?
When I go invade his home
Run up in the spot, shot him once, snap a picture with my fuckin' phone
Ugh
Lil' bitch
It's Kamarov you fuckin' with

[Verse 2: KAMAROV]
I'm gettin' funky off the fetty shit
Bought like seven Gucci bags, all with fuckin' counterfeit
Shootin' up a storm, better hope you got a medkit
Me and Kill Confirmed rollin' up, we dangerous
Poppin' pills
I don't know what the fuck is in 'em
Poppin' heads
I know his brother gonna fuckin' miss him
M4 with an M9 in the backseat
Whole block run away just like a fuckin' track meet

[Chorus 2: KAMAROV]
R.I.P rounds in the Glock, costs like sixty bucks a mag (YUH)
Tek-9 on my side with a laser beam attatched
Swiss cheese is what I'll make you, turn my opps all into ash
Fuck with me and kill confirmed, leave your body in a cast

[Verse 3: LEATHERNECK]
Dark web lurking, got a list of targets
Zero-day exploit, turn his life into a market
No trace, clean slate, now he just a carcass
Muzzle on the stick, turn his thoughts into darkness

Routes layered like a body in the dirt
Put him on a shirt, go ahead, type your last words
Packets flood the stream, now your firewall hurt
I'm posted in the shadows, but you're gonna die first
Skulls in my basement, the walls still moaning
VPN cracked, but my grip still holding
Try to trace the signal, bouncing like it’s roaming
404 your life, yeah, your body decomposing