(Verse 1)
Yeah, straight out the trap, born in struggle
Momma l told me stay out of trouble
the streets kept callin', the money was talkin'
Saw my first dead body 'fore I was fuckin walkin
Swear to killa gang, I ain't fallin for fame
Got a glock in my lap, sayin' their names
Lost my brother to the system, another to the grave
Gotta get this paper, gotta make a way
(Chorus)
Got that drop, ya know, that smooth flow
Posted on the block where the real ones go
Got my gang life, that's just how it is
Zip after zip, Stackin' up millions
We bros 'round here, we ain’t stuntin
Real talk, real facts, ain't no frontin'
Yeah, killa, killa, that's the gang, that's who I wit
If you ain't talkin' money, then you ain’t got it
(Verse 2)
All these rappers talkin' 'bout a life they ain't lived
I'm talkin' real life, what the streets done did
Got my killa gang chain glistenin', blindin' all the ops
Pull up with the windows down, lettin' off shots (Brr)
They want me to fall off, but I'm only goin' up
Got a team full of killers, you can't run wit us
They know my body count, know my choppa sound (Brr)
I'm a self-made millionaire, bitch you just clownin
(Chorus)
Got that drop, ya know, that smooth flow
Posted on the block where the real ones go
Got my gang life, that's just how it is
Zip after zip, uh, Stackin' up millions
We brothers 'round here, we ain’t stuntin
Real talk, real facts, ain't no frontin'
Killa, that's the gang, that's who I wit
If you ain't talkin' money, then you ain’t got it
(Verse 3)
They want the old me, I tell 'em get a new you
paper to the ceilin’, make my momma proud too
Heard they plottin' on my downfall, that's a bad move
Got the red beam on his head, that's a tattoo
From the trap, yeah, I made it rappin’
Got a hundred round drum, they be trackin’
Ain't no handouts, I stood tall, I was left out
Got my cash app, send the money, then I cash out
(Bridge)
Big stepper, the real deal, this ain't a lot (gang)
Put the money in the safe, call it a vault (killa)
Got the sauce, I don't need no salt (Nah)
Talkin' shit in songs, that's your fault (Brr)
In the kitchen with the pot, I'm a chef, nah
Got the stick on me now, it's a ref, nah
Each time I drop a project, it's a test (yeah)
Bulletproof vest, put the money in the chest (yeah)
(Outro)
Yeah, Killa Gang
money and war
Flashin my chains
Killa gang (Brr)
K G To the grave
Rituendon
