Starlito - I`m Killin

Yo, fried turkey, I'm outcha
I'm really outcha
Turkey back game, turkey back game
Stretch a four to a nine, short a million times
Fuck em when they check up then go flex on
I'm killin, I'm killin
Lead off
Crayola my cars, free Lil Boose
Keep the line around the building got me riding around no ceiling
Riding around with no feelings
If you play with me, I'm killing
Make me jump out and get silly, dump out nine millies
Fuck I'm talkin bout, we got big tools and the trash bags for the chopper shells
Yeah, we ain't missing, but we'll leave you missing
You niggas suspect, you fit the description
I'm looking for a gutter bitch that can get the prescription
I got them hundred dollar quarters, fuck with me
At 20 after 12, You better have your scale
You a pussy
Vagasil, massengill
Your baby mama pussy too, had that slut bitch stashing pills
If I wasn't rapping id be trappin with them vacuum seal
Pass it to the passenger for your ass get you some daffodils
Riding two K fourteen, five for bout a half a mil
I throw my shows like money off album sales and I don't have a deal
Bitch I, bitch I grind hard, ain't much more to the story
This nigga say I owe him but he couldn't be looking for me
Said fuck riding foreign cause they're soldiers over there warring
Mr president, do you at least have some healthcare for me
I pay more taxes than my next door neighbor
He don't get profiled
So I wake up in a Bugatti, fell asleep in a dope house
Just coked up and going on for eight years straight
Oh thrills charging twelve to my album brick blade, ey
Then I, then I dropped my first mixtape
Outer limits, prison passin, we was clubbing every day
In the projects all day, shootin twenty, bet whatever
I came a long way, glad I got my shit together
Bitch I grind hard, ain't much more to the story niggas ain't no killers, man
Y'all niggas ain't no killers, man, y'all niggas some hoes
You niggas ain't no killers, you niggas some hoes