Killa - Father

She love this pack

She love my tats

She think I’m bad

Think I’m a killa

It’s not like that

I don’t go out

I just kick back

And count my scrilla

In my chinchilla fur

Love to get on her nerves

I love the way she twerk

My have to give her ass the work

I’m slizzard off of this Goose

The whole damn club getting loose

I’m 'bout to break her in two

And hit the room

She love my pack

She love my tats

She think I’m bad

Think I’m a killa

It’s not like that

I don’t go out

I just kick back

And count my scrilla

She tryna feel on me

Tryna get the best of me

See her in all of my dreams

I think she put a hex on me

Askin' me when I’m gon' slide

Pull up on her on east side

Why I’m so paranoid

Always hanging with my boys

She love my pack

She love my tats

She think I’m cute

Think I’m her boo

I’m so into it

I might just do it

I be going through it

I tend to ruin shit

Killa, Melty on the beat

Rarely in the streets

Know a nigga always bring that heat

Know I been geeked for the like six weeks

Awful on chain (Buss it down)

Know they gone feel my pain

Rain down, on me

(Killa)