KillStreak Lyrics by Ski Mask the Slump God
Uh
Okay
Yeah, aye
Speeding while I’m balling, speed balling, speed demon
Mister Blackout, I just need a fucking reason
Glock with the tits on it, shit showing cleavage
I been going dummy, Butt-Head, Beavis
She said I be yummy, I said, “Girl, you funny”
Nigga act stupid, leave ’em like a egg yolk, now his nose is runny
Been around the world, so trust, ain’t shit like me in this country
Matter fact in this world, I’m sick, I might hurl
Man, this life shit crazy, underestimated on the daily
This life I live like American Horror Story, shit get crazy
Uh, shit get tricky, shit get maze-y, vision hazy, huh
Don’t know where this money coming from ’cause a nigga kinda lazy, yeah
We package him, wrap him up, he burrito
That boy just like the Chief Keef song, he “Faneto”
I’m on a kill streak right now, okay, might just call a VTOL
Only pop out in rare occasions, I’m a golden beetle
And I’m hard to find like the hay stack, I’m the needle
Let me tell you something, this shit ain’t too feasible
Rocking Resident Evil shades, my bitch rock Oliver Peoples
I’m a blessing in disguise, they think that I’m Kris Kringle
Got ’em hypnotized ’cause I’m playing with numbers, okay, bingo
Okay, vool the lingo, name somewhere I can’t go
New whip in this bitch, new chain, I feel like I’m Django
Bitch sucking on my seed just like the inside of a mango, yeah
Bentley coupes and Porsches, I just up the horses
Smith on me like Georgia, I’m done being cordial
She like, “How you knew that?”, bitch, I got my sources
Pearls on me like oyster, spin shit, Wheel of Fortune
Baby girl, be cautious, can’t fuck up my endorsements
Niggas ducks, Oregon, codeine in the organs
Ahead of my time, I’m in the future so my whip DeLorean
Money give me endorphins, live life like euphoria
Yeah, we package him, wrap him up, he burrito (Damn)
That boy just like the Chief Keef song, he “Faneto”
I’m on a kill streak right now, okay, might just call a VTOL
Only pop out in rare occasions, I’m a golden beetle
And I’m hard to find like the hay stack, I’m the needle