Warhol.ss Kill Tek Piece (feat. Lil Mosey)
[Warhol.ss:]
Kill Tek Piece, three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya
Raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we gon' rob a nigga bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo
Tote it to the grave, beat a nigga with a hambone
Redbone bitch, I'ma get in her backbone
Big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up
Glock no safety, nigga, what ya MAC on?
These niggas bitin' my swag like Soulja
Nigga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker
Poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone
[Lil Mosey:]
Yeah, diamonds on me
I got a Wok and I got a tree
Niggas be hatin', they envying me
I keep the bands on me, oh (Bands)
Yeah, Patek (Patek)
That shit put ice on my neck (On my neck)
Just went and f..cked and I left
That lil' bitch I slept, uh (Bitch)
Niggas be cappin', they lying (Lying)
Big backwood, I'm flyin' (I'm flying)
Kill Tek Piece, you dyin' (Brr)
Big rock bands in time
Ooh, shoot at you (Slide through), that
[Warhol.ss:]
Kill Tek Piece, three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya
Raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we gon' rob a nigga bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo
Tote it to the grave, beat a nigga with a hambone
Redbone bitch, I'ma get in her backbone
Big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up
Glock no safety, nigga, what ya MAC on?
These niggas bitin' my swag like Soulja
Nigga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker
Poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone
Steppin' in public, that lean in my body
I take your heart to the tropics, hey
Takin' these doses of molly, hey
Bitch, I'm the shit like a potty
Brought with a Activist, no you can't lean on me
Hop on the flight and I switch up the scenery
I know he pussy, that boy ain't no killin' these
Hoppin' off safety, just for the enemies
Niggas we talkin' for internet
No, I was never too into that
Ayy, Maison Margiela, they into that
And L.A. bitch so thick
She fittin' that
She thick, pay for the extras
Put that little ho on a stretcher
Choppa gon' get it bustin' like Vectis
Give me some weed, codeine, and extras
Kill Tek Piece, three feet tall
Running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya
Raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo
Knife on the gun, we gon' rob a nigga bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo
Tote it to the grave, beat a nigga with a hambone
Redbone bitch, I'ma get in her backbone
Big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up
Glock no safety, nigga, what ya MAC on?
These niggas bitin' my swag like Soulja
Nigga been poppin' them tags on Vlone
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker
Poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone