Came2Kill

Yuh, you know what I’m sayin'?
I’m off the acid, oh no
Cris Dinero on the track
You dig? Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I came to kill, on my mama (On my mama)
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama (Ow)
That bitch don’t understand
When she just don’t want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don’t wanna talk about it (Ayy)
Bitch I came to kill, on my mama (Kill on my, on my mama)
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama (Ayy, Ow)
That bitch don’t understand
When she just don’t want no drama (Whoa)
That baby mama, drama (Wait, wait, wait)
I don’t wanna talk about it
Well, hello there!
Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom, uh
Head bust, fucking head bust your head open, uh
She gon' bust her legs wide open, pussy broken, uh
On yo block, all up on yo block, I’m sittin', smokin', ayy uh
Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my dick in my Glock, ayy
My blade don’t like cops, ayy
What’s that? What’s that? Red dot (Bop, bop, bop, bop!)
Grrra! Gratata, ayy
Shoot at pussy boys
Can’t fuck with pussy boys
Put a pistol on pussy boys
In Jesus' name—
Bitch, I came to kill
You and yo mama (Ayy)
Voo-Voo-Voo-Voo
Yo medulla oblongata (Yeah)
Blood drippin', it spill
Look like salsa (Look like)
Cock back it up, yeah
That back poppin' piñata (Ayy, yeah)
Okay
Brr
Pow!
Run It Back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back,
run it back
This is how you feel?