Testo VENDETTA - KILLY
Testo della canzone VENDETTA (KILLY), tratta dall'album KILLSTREAK 2 (Deluxe)
Two toned kept the dope bandana (Yeah)
Throw it back
I'm a catch Caribana
I'm product of payback
I keep the big vendetta (Lets go!)
Big bank, best friend - my teller (Lets go!)
Young and dumb
I knew no better
Bro, hit a gold rush last winter (Rush)
Came back in this coat
Chinchilla
I ain't see no missile and they asking what got into me
I gotta keep that shit real close
'Cause I'm close with all my enemies
They try to take my soul and come 'round just to drain my energy (Soul, soul)
Walk in the store
Could buy everything
Still can't put a price on loyalty
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Whip it like it's stolen (Skrrt)
She wanna star boy (Star)
Gave her solstice
Good or bad
I'm both bitch (Yeah)
Gave hope to the hopeless (Yeah)
Roll up dope
I'm blowing out smoke, telescoping
I'm zoning (Zoning)
Middle finger up to the old white man
Not showing
But he know it (What?!)
We was in the systems stuck til we overload it (Yeah)
Cho man
Based on the product
Locked this shit
Was chosen
No joke thing
Bro said hut with the bag
And then I throw it (Yeah) (Lets go!)
Drippy, Drippy, drip on me
Dead man in my hands
Skulls on my sleeve
That's a nat-nat but you call her queen
Channel headband on my belly
If it's Prada jeans then you proud of me
I'm young getting money
You've gotta be
Man, stretch these bands like father pleased
Prolly stretch these bands like father pleased
I'm on the block like monopoly
I'm young and hard
Can't tell me shit
I ain't had shit but some pocket lint
Came up with a plot they won't pop lit
Came up with a lot in a penthouse crib
I hop in a frog
Watch it ribbit
Might drop the top
With a topless bitch
Might screech that shit
Never seen again
I ain't see no missile and they asking what got into me
I gotta keep that shit real close
'Cause I'm close with all my enemies
They try to take my soul and come 'round
Just to drain my energy (Soul, soul)
Walk in the store
Could buy everything
Still can't put a price on loyalty
Rolling, rolling, rolling, whip it like it stolen (Skrrt)
She wanna star boy (Star)
Gave her solstice
Good or bad
I'm both bitch (Yeah)
Gave hope to the hopeless (Yeah)
Roll up dope, I'm blowing out smoke, telescoping
I'm zoning (Zoning)
Credits
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Khalil Tatem, Jasper Harris, Anton Martin Mendo, Mazyar Kazerooni
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