Killin ëm

(I'm working on dying) (Bnyx) I got, I got Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em Amphetamine killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and a muhfucker spendin' 'em I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what? We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff Yeah, I got some brothers who movin' that chicken, yeah Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings, touching the ceiling Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly I touched me a muhfuckin' milli', yeah I'm swervin', this diamond, the jewelry I'm on the side with the gremlin, gremlin Pull up and fuck my system, the mayhem Them drugs is killin' 'em, drugs is killin 'em Drugs is killin 'em, killin 'em I'm takin' the Perc' with Amoxicillin Hit the ceiling lil' bitch, and I'm feelin' 'em No, you can't rock with the mob, can't rock with the gang Lil' bitch we not feeling ya (uh-uh) All this shit feeling familiar Got the game in the lock and I'm killin' 'em I touch a mil' every first of the month, that's why my pockets not big enough Ride 'round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this shit still not big enough Come every time back from my break, yeah, and I'm all on the charts When I geek up, lil' bitch, I go to the sky, bitch, I live on the stars Fuck what you sayin', lil' bitch, you is not one of us, you is not one of ours Yeah, I made this shit up, but I'm back on the charts (yeah) Head number one for the month, yeah, stay number one for the year (yeah) Yeah, I turn up the muhfuckin' metal, yeah, I'm crankin' them gears (lil' crank) Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me, bitch, I'm stabbin' the Urus (yeah, the shank) Fuck what you sayin' lil' bitch I'ma do all this shit, bitch, I do it for years (I got, I got) Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em Amphetamine killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and a muhfucker spendin' 'em I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what? We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff I got some brothers who movin' that chicken Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings, touching the ceiling Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly