Turn me up, yeah
Turn me up, yeah
Got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in
Keep that mask on so they won't know who did it
I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers
Keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killin'
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah, turn me up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was right there at the drill, I still don't know who did it
That boy ain't got no heart, give him a gun, he hopeless with it
I spill blood for my nigga P because I don't know who realer
And I'ma enjoy these riches now before I ain't know the feeling
Yeah, watch these niggas closely, they be some motion killers
Huh, you niggas ain't spilling blood, you just be pouring liquor
Huh, I ain't seen my bro for months, he on the road to riches
And I ain't left the trap for a week, I got these bowls to finish
We got dog, yola, strong, bitch, this the golden business
And my plug, he got it all, we got them golden tickets
Just when he think he got away, pull up, let him know it ain't finished
Zap you always out of the country, bitch, there's a code to drilling
Huh, got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in
Huh, keep that mask on so they won't know who did it
Huh, I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers
Huh, keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killing
Pull up with a chrome stick, get your dome split, for them coke bricks
All of these VVs, yeah, they see me, I know they notice
Make it look easy, to greasy, find where your home is
Right when you snoring, we kicking the door in, don't care about the owners
Look, kick the bitch out of the suite, she ain't topping me off, man, she boring
Hoes in the section, see that it's 1942 pouring
These bitches, they whoring, we pop off the foreigns, they wet off the flooring
When we overseas, they drop to their knees, they love when we touring
Shoot. and make a convertible out of the coupe
They know we the truth, ain't no lies told in this booth
Plug switch up the price, he do that shit twice,
My Killy, he got it, he stay with his rocket, I know that he shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a code to killing
On Zap - MOTION KILLERS (feat. L JUGG) Lyrics
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Turn me up, yeah
Turn me up, yeah
Got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in
Keep that mask on so they won't know who did it
I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers
Keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killin'
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah, turn me up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was right there at the drill, I still don't know who did it
That boy ain't got no heart, give him a gun, he hopeless with it
I spill blood for my nigga P because I don't know who realer
And I'ma enjoy these riches now before I ain't know the feeling
Yeah, watch these niggas closely, they be some motion killers
Huh, you niggas ain't spilling blood, you just be pouring liquor
Huh, I ain't seen my bro for months, he on the road to riches
And I ain't left the trap for a week, I got these bowls to finish
We got dog, yola, strong, bitch, this the golden business
And my plug, he got it all, we got them golden tickets
Just when he think he got away, pull up, let him know it ain't finished
Zap you always out of the country, bitch, there's a code to drilling
Huh, got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in
Huh, keep that mask on so they won't know who did it
Huh, I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers
Huh, keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killing
Pull up with a chrome stick, get your dome split, for them coke bricks
All of these VVs, yeah, they see me, I know they notice
Make it look easy, to greasy, find where your home is
Right when you snoring, we kicking the door in, don't care about the owners
Look, kick the bitch out of the suite, she ain't topping me off, man, she boring
Hoes in the section, see that it's 1942 pouring
These bitches, they whoring, we pop off the foreigns, they wet off the flooring
When we overseas, they drop to their knees, they love when we touring
Shoot. and make a convertible out of the coupe
They know we the truth, ain't no lies told in this booth
Plug switch up the price, he do that shit twice,
My Killy, he got it, he stay with his rocket, I know that he shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a code to killing
Turn me up, yeah
Got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in
Keep that mask on so they won't know who did it
I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers
Keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killin'
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah, turn me up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was right there at the drill, I still don't know who did it
That boy ain't got no heart, give him a gun, he hopeless with it
I spill blood for my nigga P because I don't know who realer
And I'ma enjoy these riches now before I ain't know the feeling
Yeah, watch these niggas closely, they be some motion killers
Huh, you niggas ain't spilling blood, you just be pouring liquor
Huh, I ain't seen my bro for months, he on the road to riches
And I ain't left the trap for a week, I got these bowls to finish
We got dog, yola, strong, bitch, this the golden business
And my plug, he got it all, we got them golden tickets
Just when he think he got away, pull up, let him know it ain't finished
Zap you always out of the country, bitch, there's a code to drilling
Huh, got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in
Huh, keep that mask on so they won't know who did it
Huh, I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers
Huh, keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killing
Pull up with a chrome stick, get your dome split, for them coke bricks
All of these VVs, yeah, they see me, I know they notice
Make it look easy, to greasy, find where your home is
Right when you snoring, we kicking the door in, don't care about the owners
Look, kick the bitch out of the suite, she ain't topping me off, man, she boring
Hoes in the section, see that it's 1942 pouring
These bitches, they whoring, we pop off the foreigns, they wet off the flooring
When we overseas, they drop to their knees, they love when we touring
Shoot. and make a convertible out of the coupe
They know we the truth, ain't no lies told in this booth
Plug switch up the price, he do that shit twice,
My Killy, he got it, he stay with his rocket, I know that he shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a code to killing
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