How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em
Call 9-1-1, it’s been an accident He saw me in traffic, go blinking, and he run through the light I slay these hoes when I’m walking in They drop dead at the bar when they see me they choke on their ice I’m cursed with these good looks, my pretty face is to die for I got niggas writing suicide notes; soon kill ’em I make these hoes wanna drop dead when I pull up in that drop back With that mink on like R.I.P. the chinchilla I’m turning parties into funerals Nobody safe when I’m in the room I don’t think you really feelin’ me I’m about to go on a killing spree
How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em
Call 9-1-1 and tell on myself My swag sick, and they copy I think I’m contagious They scared I might commit suicide All these cuts on my wrist I can’t hide all this shit; it’s outrageous My outfit anytime with a halo Scraped up’d better run better lay low Hips lookin’ like a drum on a draco; I’m loaded Face beat, no domestic violence Nobody checkin’ me but Louis Vuitton Probably feel like I’m losing my mind but I’m focus I’m turning parties into funerals Nobody safe when I’m in the room I don’t think you really feelin’ me I’m about to go on a killing spree
How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em How you gone tell me I ain’t no killa? Every time I step out, I kill em