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kill a rapper - tay b lyrics

[intro: tay b]
huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (baby, give me some cash)
yeah
all facts, n*gga (diablo)

[chorus: tay b]
you n*ggas ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
you ain’t turnt, i can tell that you ain’t coppin’ nothin’
why the f*ck y’all n*ggas 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 k!llers really love me
these lil’ n*ggas must be drunk, huh
treat them like my son, you act up, you’ll get thumped, huh
smoke a n*gga boots, we had to turn his ass to runtz, huh
i’ma k!ll a rapper this year, i can feel it in my gut

[verse 1: tay b]
huh, n*ggas love gettin’ clout off me, that’s what’s up, huh
hit him in his chest seven times, that’s enough, huh
youngest turnt n*ggas out the d, call my bluff, huh
do not leave no b*tch around me, shе’ll get f*cked, huh
i know the lovе, 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 d*mn near runnin’ out of sp*ce
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
[chorus: tay b & tee grizzley]
you n*ggas ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
you ain’t turnt, i can tell that you ain’t coppin’ nothin’
why the f*ck y’all n*ggas 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 k!llers really love me
these lil’ n*ggas must be drunk, huh
treat them like my son, you act up, you’ll get thumped, huh
smoke a n*gga boots, we had to turn his ass to runtz, huh
i’ma k!ll a rapper this year, i can feel it in my gut (tay b, what up, my n*gga?)

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
ayy, i’m one of them n*ggas you gotta know not to play with (gotta know that)
you gotta tell your n*ggas to spin, and i ain’t gotta say sh*t (nothin’)
b*tch better be on time to suck my d*ck, i ain’t with that late sh*t (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 n*ggas just playin’, you better not mention bro (don’t do it)
playin’ grand theft auto, doin’ sh*t 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 n*ggas)
since he talkin’ hot and we polite, brodie, fan him down (grr)

- tay b lyrics

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