Came2Kill - XXXTentacion, Kid Trunks, Craig Xen

Yuh, you know what I’m sayin'?

I’m off the acid, oh no

Cris Dinero on the track

You dig?

Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh, ooh

Bitch, I came to kill, on my mama (On my mama)

Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama (Ow)

That bitch don’t understand

When she just don’t want no drama

That baby mama, drama

I don’t wanna talk about it (Ayy)

Bitch I came to kill, on my mama (Kill on my, on my mama)

Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama (Ayy, Ow)

That bitch don’t understand

When she just don’t want no drama (Whoa)

That baby mama, drama (Wait, wait, wait)

I don’t wanna talk about it

Well, hello there!

Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom, uh

Head bust, fucking head bust your head open, uh

She gon' bust her legs wide open, pussy broken, uh

On yo block, all up on yo block, I’m sittin', smokin', ayy uh

Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my dick in my Glock, ayy

My blade don’t like cops, ayy

What’s that?

What’s that?

Red dot (Bop, bop, bop, bop!)

Grrra!

Gratata, ayy

Shoot at pussy boys

Can’t fuck with pussy boys

Put a pistol on pussy boys

In Jesus' name—

Bitch, I came to kill

You and yo mama (Ayy)

Voo-Voo-Voo-Voo

Yo medulla oblongata (Yeah)

Blood drippin', it spill

Look like salsa (Look like)

Cock back it up, yeah

That back poppin' piñata (Ayy, yeah)

Okay

Brr

Pow!

Run It Back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back,

run it back

This is how you feel?