CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Kill Bill
Damn, JakeSand
Yeah, I'm with the Sh*ttyBoyz, I'll leave you sh*t bag
Out of tone white sh*t,?yeah,?I call it?"Riff Raff"
Wanna sign Lonnie Bands? N***a,?I need a big bag, huh
Boy, I'm talking 'bout two?mil'?and?half
Boy, I ain't?fell off, man,?I got 'em big mad, huh
But they know they play with me, they get toe tagged
Boy, I love that [?] it got it like kickback
.45 compact, that b*t*h sound like smack-smack
Yeah, I f**k with BabyTron, TrDee, StanWill
N***a, if you play with my lil' n***as, you gon' get killed
Yeah, I pray my lil' n***as go and get that big deal
Yeah, I f**k with Bando 'cause he always keep it real
Yellow Scat, black stripe, that's the Kill Bill
Got some kryptonite incase he think he Man of Steel
Spy plane with a care package, bro got seven kills
If the pills don't do they job then this method will
N***as talking 'bout they sh*tting, b*t*h, we sh*t for real
Boy, you can't do this sh*t, this sh*t take some skill
Mr. Cap-A-Lot, n***a, who you ever kill?
Damn, girl out her ring, now she sick she can't pay her bill
Keep yo lil' granny safe 'fore I'm jugging Judith
I don't read but if it's 'bout pape then I'm booking to it
In the lab cooking up them cards, put my foot into it
BandMan with the Sh*ttyBoyz, this some jugging music
She was f**king on the GOAT, why you mad at her?
You ain't never bust a jugg, you a scamateur
Fifty-two shots left him weak like a calendar
Punch then I slide to the bando like my manager
I f**ked then I'm gone like her dad
Paid 450 so this belt still sad
Turned that b*t*h face to a playground, why you brag?
Yes, I be with Tron, lil' b*t*h, why you ask?
Sick of hoes, I might cough on 'em
Grade A work turned a fiend into Hulk Hogan
Hit 'em with the pew-pew, go and check the pulse on him
Did the Cha Cha on the, I'ma walk on him
Tryna play it crazy? I'll put the pause on him
Yo b*t*h was on my d**k, made her put her walls on it
Yo b*t*h was on my d**k, made her put her walls on it
Yeah, I'm with the Sh*ttyBoyz, I'll leave you sh*t bag
Out of tone white sh*t,?yeah,?I call it?"Riff Raff"
Wanna sign Lonnie Bands? N***a,?I need a big bag, huh
Boy, I'm talking 'bout two?mil'?and?half
Boy, I ain't?fell off, man,?I got 'em big mad, huh
But they know they play with me, they get toe tagged
Boy, I love that [?] it got it like kickback
.45 compact, that b*t*h sound like smack-smack
Yeah, I f**k with BabyTron, TrDee, StanWill
N***a, if you play with my lil' n***as, you gon' get killed
Yeah, I pray my lil' n***as go and get that big deal
Yeah, I f**k with Bando 'cause he always keep it real
Yellow Scat, black stripe, that's the Kill Bill
Got some kryptonite incase he think he Man of Steel
Spy plane with a care package, bro got seven kills
If the pills don't do they job then this method will
N***as talking 'bout they sh*tting, b*t*h, we sh*t for real
Boy, you can't do this sh*t, this sh*t take some skill
Mr. Cap-A-Lot, n***a, who you ever kill?
Damn, girl out her ring, now she sick she can't pay her bill
Keep yo lil' granny safe 'fore I'm jugging Judith
I don't read but if it's 'bout pape then I'm booking to it
In the lab cooking up them cards, put my foot into it
BandMan with the Sh*ttyBoyz, this some jugging music
She was f**king on the GOAT, why you mad at her?
You ain't never bust a jugg, you a scamateur
Fifty-two shots left him weak like a calendar
Punch then I slide to the bando like my manager
I f**ked then I'm gone like her dad
Paid 450 so this belt still sad
Turned that b*t*h face to a playground, why you brag?
Yes, I be with Tron, lil' b*t*h, why you ask?
Sick of hoes, I might cough on 'em
Grade A work turned a fiend into Hulk Hogan
Hit 'em with the pew-pew, go and check the pulse on him
Did the Cha Cha on the, I'ma walk on him
Tryna play it crazy? I'll put the pause on him
Yo b*t*h was on my d**k, made her put her walls on it
Yo b*t*h was on my d**k, made her put her walls on it
