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serial killer (prod. prodigal) - itsrell lyrics

(verse one)
i’m off to a million
my fingers up if you don’t see the vision
but you better hope you not trippin
my shooter can pop out the cut wit a bizon
echo pp19 they tell me to throw in the towel but imma keep fighting
they hear my songs then they go to they notes they think to themselves like why am i biting?
and do it because they be thinking that if they can go wit my flow then money should find ‘em
how when you live in my shadow
i’m just like a shadow i pop out behind em
he start to buffer forgot that he mention brothers this glock finna stutter for lying
he catch a shot to the head now his connection wit death is just legally binding
fa fa they connected the bullets is headed directing right straight to his head
he talkin like this and he walk wit a limp d*mn near the bul walk wit the dead
he thought he was bigger and tougher than bullets he up in the streets always talkin bout cred
now that he quiet my gun like a zipper it’s zipping his lip nd his bag on the way to the meds
d*mn he in the grave man i’m calling the diggers
he a corpse grey hair kinda look like the witcher
smoking on payton gary gary ridgeway i’m leaving that bull in the river
i’m dropping bombs that gon pop like a blister
i’m rocking out wit my serial drillers
i’m on da k!ll streak serial k!ller
been dropping hits i’m a serial hitter
i’m on my way to the top while i’m putting them under gahd d*mn this a serial thriller
and i’m doing great like the tiger cause boy i’m an animal like i’m eating cereal dinners
i really be out i don’t gotta post pictures
i’ll edit the shot crop you out of the picture
been on a spree i’ve been k!lling these beats but i do it discrete i just feel like the ripper!
they turning heads like it’s getting sinister
when bananas my wood i go dummy gorilla!
they turning heads like it’s getting sinister
when bananas my wood i go dummy gorilla!
i ain’t wit the games why he act tough?
these big bullets don’t give a d*mn if he buff
rip straight through his torso it’s cutting him up
last week in the streets now he flying wit doves
he really ain’t from the hood he just needed love
see it ain’t do em good brodie just need a hug
they ain’t do em justice cause bruh caught a slug
and he found in the bas*m*nt up under the rug
victim that’s what he is just a stat in the system
stay out da street cause they clearing the witness
clearing the children glock wit the switches
you got shooters with fear and he hopes that he misses
shooters with fear man they look like ben simmons
i’m contradicting pray that i hit ‘em
i’m praying to god i hope that we get ‘em
i heard he got shot when he walked out the clinic
i seen he got rocked in front of the building
got popped then locked like he dance to the trigger
another one down whenever i’m itching
like what did i tell you i’m off to a million!

- itsrell lyrics

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