She’s a bedroom thriller a real bone chilla She got bread on her mind she gon blow that scrilla Look you dead in they eyes And she’ll pull that trigger There ain’t no one realer She’s a stone cold killa
She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
Put a couple hundred in your bank Plus a couple twenties in your tank Sephora on your face like warpaint You want everything I want but tour dates Tryna hit the studio in Burbank Take you from the rodeo to Rodeo Gotta pop your cherry with the burberry Turn up every night to turn life into a fairy tale Why you always gotta try to fight this? You said I’m the one you want to do life with You know ain’t nobody else quite like me Even when I’m on a Youtube type beat You know I’d never call you psycho But all the pretty ones lil crazy Hammer cocked back with a bullet in the barrel Yup that’s my baby (that’s my)
Wam bam thank you ma’am damn If it ain’t a hundred grand she ain’t rocking with the band Click clack bang think she did it for the gram damn Ya’ll can’t understand
She’s a bedroom thriller a real bone chilla She got bread on her mind she gon blow that scrilla Look you dead in they eyes And she’ll pull that trigger There ain’t no one realer She’s a stone cold killa
She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
Semi-automatic weapon pop a double shot and shorty kinda lit How do those pants even fit? Too much ammo in the clip She said welll play me your shit I’m talking by only the hits I said I got a couple of those She said I don’t fuck with the flow She ain’t nothing but a 12 gauge shot Aye woah there Kemosabe Baby give it a rest for I invest in a bulletproof vest Let’s simmer down baby cool your jets I’m just tryna find solid ground Pop off with a couple rounds Ay now no need for the bark and bite You got the wrong guy better get your target right
Wam bam thank you ma’am damn If it ain’t a hundred grand she ain’t rocking with the band Click clack bang think she did it for the gram damn Ya’ll can’t understand
She’s a bedroom thriller a real bone chilla She got bread on her mind she gon blow that scrilla Look you dead in they eyes And she’ll pull that trigger There ain’t no one realer She’s a stone cold killa
She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa) She’s a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)