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[Verse]
Yeah, It's the killjae, I pop out in the finest
I'm putting belt to ass, no BB Simon
I let the Glock sing notes and she whining
Come to my drop, these niggas be whining
It's a button on back of the Glick ain't no runnin'
​zuro got .50 round drum, he tryn' fuck
​zur-zuro got .50 round drum. he be drumming
Nine times outta ten. you ain't on nothin'
Yeah, let me— yeah, let me [?] pop out wit' that .223, tryn' send some shit under
We know that boy eat the cheese, that boy [?]
Yeah, and we knew that fuck boy was a rat (Was a rat)
Treatin' shit like a young nigg' from the Raq
[?]
Yeah, I pop out and my nigga don't bap
Got a Vet hoodie on, couldn't tell me shit
Bitch, I'm masked up in the [?] fuck a tint
And I tell them boys, "Stay right there, where they went?
And I tell them boys, "Stay right there," then they dip from us (Yeah)
Yeah, if a nigga try rob me ain't giving it up
They in that trap house [?]
It's the killjae, niggas knowing what's up
If you play wit' the fit then we sending you up
One thing about me, I'ma call my brother
If you speak on the gang, nigga, we heard enough ([?])