Tommy Trigga - KILers (feat. KIL, CO!E & Kureya) Lyrics

Lookin' at her ass through the iPhone
Better not wanna be my foe
Know that Imma hit her with a dry phone
Smack that girl peach like I'm Mario
Runnin' from a thot call it cardio
Bitch you know that I'm the best
So you talkin' bout these rumours? Imma put 'em to rest
Why you looking at my eyes? Yeah Imma stare at your chest
Oh you flauntin' all these drugs? Yeah bitch you under arrest
Gotta flex aye
Gotta lotta shit I need to get off my chest aye
Heard yo mama say that she knows I'm up next aye
There ain't competition bitch I know I'm the best
Uh, uh uh yuh
Gotta flex
Bitch Imma speed like a rocket
Wouldn't shut up so I told that hoe to sock it
I don't need money got a brick in my pocket
Words in my mouth come hot like a pocket
I ain't gay but I don't see straight
I don't see her when I smash like a blind date
Can't hear you when you said I was trash
Now I'm running all up on 'em like a race bitch I'm Tay-K
I just money man
Girl in the back and she bouncing like a bunny man
Bitch wanna show? Yeah Imma charge a hunnid bands hunnid bands
F*ck that I got hella f*ckin' fans
I'm with your mom playing bingo
F*ck with tu Madre Ella me llama gringo
She play with my bells 'cause I make her jingle
I'm at brunch bitch know Imma mingle

Bitch I'm in a box like it's kitty litter
Itty bitty spider way I crawl up in the pussy
Can I fit up in her?
My dick finna sprinkle little kitties on her titties
'Cause she sayin' she a spitter
'Cause the aftertaste is bittersweet
I can't even sit in peace
On the way to Mickey D's
Boy you want a twenty for a gram?
Yeah you're trippin' G
Posted in your neighbourhood with a pitcher sippin' tea
F*ck a bitch and leave her it's a cycle man, a simple C
F*ck a triple KKK AK 47 bodies drop like my pants when I pee
No xans and no lean
No activist please
Got bags and the cheese
Mouse trap move keys
Grab on the leaf
When I'm wrapping my tree
And I'm happily me
So tabs for the green
Attacking any man who coming for my one spot
One shot to you like face slim botox
Ice 'til I'm froze like Olaf's Snow mop
We don't co-op with no opps no cops

We don't co-op with no opps no cops
Spittin' automatic you would think that I'm a robot
Spend a hunnid racks when I'm going to the smoke shops
Countin' all the green even though I've never grown crops
He wanted 50K for the chain that's a low cost
Feel like KIL how she got my kids on her sofa
Call my mother Mary cos she birthed a f*cking God
Shootin' up your whole team like I'm playing f*cking COD
Got these bitches insecure like my name was f*cking Quad
You could never run up on me yeah your plan is f*cking flawed
I only fly in private jets when I'm goin' abroad
Pull up on yo block three times when I'm with my squad
You don't make as much as me? I guess you a f*ckin' fraud
Got these bitches in they envy like my name was f*ckin' Todd
Take cover when you hear this beat because we are the Kilers
Feel like Viddal Riley 'cause I know that I'm the realest
All my bars slaps all your bars are just fillers
Think I got Coronavirus 'cause I know that I'm the illest
Thick bitch grindin' on my dick like a Ripstik
Big bits shinin' on my wrist like a FitBit
Big drip out in Italy took a quick trip
Big stick in the Lambo' make it flip quick
Your bitch drink my nut like that shit was Greek yoghurt
They don't like my music? Then they gotta be coerced
All these people talkin' shit makin' my ego hurt
I could say nothin' I'm still better than EGOVERT
You gotta be jokin' all your music sound like parodies
Why she keep on starin'? Why she look at me avidly?
Why your bitch hittin' my phone? Why she always after me?
Always kill the track none of you rappers could carry me
Why you on my dick? Why do you keep on attacking me?
Left your bitch alone when she tried to throw it back at me
All your bitches fours all my bitches are a masterpiece
Rollie on my wrist like my name was Sam Zakhary

Yeah I came with the strap like I am a dyke
And this lil' bitch pull up yeah he know he wanna fight
He pulled up with a motherf*ckin' knife
But I don't need a weapon Imma box him like I'm Mike
Pussy what the f*ck you talkin' bout?
Imma just go put the cock in her mouth
Talk shit I'll put the Glock in your mouth
Imma f*ck your little bitch on the couch
Pull up with the AR 50 gunners and they f*ckin' spray
Different diamonds shinin' on the bitches like it's Coi Leray
Oh you're her dad? 'Cause I'm balls deep with your daughter
Give her scoliosis man that shit is back pain
Pop a molly just like a Tic-Tac
Me versus anyone bitch that's a mismatch
Break 'em in half just like a f*ckin' Kit-Kat
You want the new shit? I already did that
She said I am heat what's the temperature?
I could hop on the show but I'm not regular
I can get them shot like a wrestler
F*ckin' with us and we comin' at the neck of yours
I told her to look at the clock
This bitch finna suck on my cock
BWC you dirty thot
Gotta hit it real quick
Then I leave we can't talk
The f*ck is you sayin'?
My cock it be sprayin'
We not even datin'
She said it's amazin'
My dick's what she's cravin'
We 420 blazin'
My girl on her knees I don't think that she's prayin'
Beat the pussy up like Chris Brown's wife
Imma slit his f*ckin' throat with a knife
I saw a f*ckin' dyke
Ride a f*ckin' bike
What the f*ck did I just see with my eyes?
He want the smoke boy yeah do you wanna fight?
My chick be at school it's motherf*ckin' ice
She jig on my nuts like a paradise
I let her undo so I f*ck that bitch twice