Kill A Rapper Lyrics by Tay B
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Baby, give me some cash)
Yeah
All facts, nigga (Diablo)
You niggas ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
You ain’t turnt, I can tell that you ain’t coppin’ nothin’
Why the fuck y’all niggas keep on dyin’ and y’all ain’t droppin’ nothin’?
I don’t think that you should beef with me, I got a lot of money
I don’t think that you should beef with me, the killers really love me
These lil’ niggas must be drunk, huh
Treat them like my son, you act up, you’ll get thumped, huh
Smoke a nigga boots, we had to turn his ass to Runtz, huh
I’ma kill a rapper this year, I can feel it in my gut
Huh, niggas love gettin’ clout off me, that’s what’s up, huh
Hit him in his chest seven times, that’s enough, huh
Youngest turnt niggas out the D, call my bluff, huh
Do not leave no bitch around me, she’ll get fucked, huh
I know the love, it be fake, stay up out my face
You know I’m stayin’ dangerous, same time, play it safe
I’m tuckin’ all my pape’, I’m damn near runnin’ out of space
I hope they let her out, I’m tryna get back for Tre
I’m blowin’ through the bag, I can’t even get out the Drac’
Don’t know about your life, but I know mine goin’ great
Drive back-to-back Rolls-Royce trucks through the A
I just threw twenty thousand in the strip club with Drake
You niggas ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
You ain’t turnt, I can tell that you ain’t coppin’ nothin’
Why the fuck y’all niggas keep on dyin’ and y’all ain’t droppin’ nothin’?
I don’t think that you should beef with me, I got a lot of money
I don’t think that you should beef with me, the killers really love me
These lil’ niggas must be drunk, huh
Treat them like my son, you act up, you’ll get thumped, huh
Smoke a nigga boots, we had to turn his ass to Runtz, huh
I’ma kill a rapper this year, I can feel it in my gut (Tay B, what up, my nigga?)
Ayy, I’m one of them niggas you gotta know not to play with (Gotta know that)
You gotta tell your niggas to spin, and I ain’t gotta say shit (Nothin’)
Bitch better be on time to suck my dick, I ain’t with that late shit (Hurry up)
Brick of hundreds stick out my pocket, look like a K clip
Gotta save her city by her name, might forget the ho (Yeah)
If I love ’em and they doin’ time, they don’t miss a store (I got ’em)
I don’t care if niggas just playin’, you better not mention bro (Don’t do it)
Playin’ Grand Theft Auto, doin’ shit I really did before (Swear)
Take care of my ooters, I ain’t got no problem cashin’ out (At all)
They got car insurance, they ain’t got no problem crashin’ out (Right now)
I need a quarter billion this year so I can pass it out (My niggas)
Since he talkin’ hot and we polite, brodie, fan him down (Grr)
You niggas ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
You ain’t turnt, I can tell that you ain’t coppin’ nothin’
Why the fuck y’all niggas keep on dyin’ and y’all ain’t droppin’ nothin’?
I don’t think that you should beef with me, I got a lot of money
I don’t think that you should beef with me, the killers really love me
These lil’ niggas must be drunk, huh
Treat them like my son, you act up, you’ll get thumped, huh
Smoke a nigga boots, we had to turn his ass to Runtz, huh
I’ma kill a rapper this year, I can feel it in my gut