kill zone - jdot breezy lyrics
[intro]
ayy, b*tch
b*tch
[verse]
i got them hats and i put sh*t on wax, these n*ggas want my life (yeah)
i been itchin’, you come fishin’, n*gga, you ain’t go and bite (ain’t go and bite)
i put them k!llers on a mission, they don’t know who did it (know who did it)
i’m screamin’ that’s that sog, f*ck who ain’t rollin’ with it (that’s that sog)
my brother say whack anything that wan’ go against me (go against me)
n*ggas’ll fall for anything, so i don’t joce with n*ggas (i don’t joce with n*ggas)
same water, i ain’t in the same boat with n*ggas (nah)
stay in my lane, ’cause on my mama, i’ll smoke a n*gga (b*tch)
ain’t no f*ckin’ pits, k!ll whoever rollin’ with you (rollin’ with you)
a new beef say they want me, i’m finna show these n*ggas (show these n*ggas)
it ain’t a thing to add a p*ssy to my trophy system (that trophy system)
all these f*ckin’ rookies poppin’ out, i don’t even know these n*ggas (i don’t know thеse b*tches)
gettin’ full off that f*ckin’ beef, b*tch, i want morе (want more)
n*ggas mention dot, now it’s steppers at his front door (his front door)
dub on his top, but it’s personal, add ten more (add more)
you get in this business, regret them k!llings, then what you did it for? (what you did it for?)
tie your lace, hop out with k’s and we get real low (get real low)
knock off a face, you gon’ get paid, bro like, “ten*four” (ten*four)
say my name, you gon’ get blazed, you won’t live long (live long)
map out the city and everything ain’t with me, it’s the k!ll zone (b*tch)
bro like, “let’s post on the block,” i’m out that b*tch with timbs on (my timbs on)
yeah, i got that chop, i can’t leave my steel home (nah)
i ain’t tryna go bar for bar, i’m tryna get my drill on (them drill on)
drop that guap for sticks and cars, say they wan’ die, b*tch, bring it on (b*tch, bring it)
when somethin’ drop, my mama call like, “son, what you doin’?” (what you doin’?)
i’m somewhere relaxin’ smokin’ thrax like, “ma, i didn’t do it” (didn’t do it)
pockets stuck on fat and that get*back, b*tch, i been gettin’ to it (gettin’ to it)
she know her son’ll tax a n*gga for actin’, i’ll bring it to him (b*tch)
this b*tch here ride with me, expensive taste, i pulled up in a dually (dually)
private session at my place, i throw that pape’, b*tch, shake your booty (shake your booty)
clown*ass n*gga in the way, in other words, these n*ggas coochie (these n*ggas coochie)
draco left a big*ass hole, drain out your blood and body fluids (and body fluids)
rw, it ain’t no gang, but it got bodies to it (it got bodies to it)
we the ones that bang, you better not diss, better make melodic music (melodic music)
in the city spinnin’ and them k!llers, got ’em risin’ to it (risin’ to it)
we in these n*ggas’ section ridin’ to they music, vibin’ to it (stupid boy)
how many times this n*gga said my brother name inside a song? (huh?)
that’s how many times i’ma hit his f*ckin’ homie with that chrome (bah*bah*bah)
real fast, but you won’t get away, that run won’t last long (stupid)
turn your ass into a block just for them mentions in your song
30k on a n*gga top, they gon’ get him gone (gone)
in this b*tch, i’m pullin’ k!llers, b*tch, i’m in this sh*t for long (long)
i been standin’ on top that business and my back strong (my back strong)
send sh*t to the church, n*gga get in beef with me, that’s merch he don’t last long (nah)
all these new faces in this sh*t, they just add*on (they add*ons)
they gon’ get it too, huh, i’ma get all these n*ggas gone (all y’all)
i’m always right for whackin’ opps, b*tch, i ain’t never wrong (never wrong)
a n*gga diss me, then he die, that’s his f*ckin’ last song
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