Letra de Certified Killa - Foolio

I'm a certified killa (killa)

Was hangin' out the roof, how the fuck I ain't hit em? (what the fuck)

Saw his body hit the floor, how the fuck I ain't kill him?

Lately, Glock's been jammin' up, I got that brand new AR Pistol (that AR pistol)

I heard his brothers want me dead, I ain't scared, shit realer (send 'em)

Screamin' fuck yo block, come take these shots, just like liquor (fuck)

Free flow, stolo, back-to-back, we slidin' round, presidential (no cap)

Jit, don't pull down that block, lil bro'nem known for parking rentals (no cap, on gang)

[?] off the guns (guns)

Cut his ankle monitor, now jit'nem on the run (he gone)

Robbing everything, he up a 'hunned care funds

And he tryna build a team, but how the fuck is he gon' trust? (how the fuck)

Fuck, in my mind, racin', i'm gamblin' on the daily (the daily)

Ride wit a life sentence, no pullin' over, come chase me

Do voodoo, shoutout my Haitians

The streets drivin' me crazy

My brotha prayin' I make it, I pray for my brotha safety (i swear)

Made a fast move, I shot 'em, lil' JB peeked and he got 'em (rraa)

Everyday, say my prayers, and walk out the house with my choppa

For family and for Ohana, we catchin' bodies on bodies

Bibby, jit was a shotter and killin' shit was his hobby (was his hobby)

I'm a certified killa (killa)

Was hangin' out the roof, how the fuck I ain't hit em? (how the fuck)

Saw his body hit the floor, how the fuck I ain't kill him?

Lately, Glock's been jammin' up, I got that brand new AR Pistol (that AR pistol)

I heard his brothers want me dead, I ain't scared, shit realer (realer, realer, realer)

Screamin' fuck yo block, come take these shots, just like liquor

Free flow, stolo, back-to-back, we slidin' round, presidential

Jit, don't pull down that block, lil bro'nem known for parking rentals

I-I'm so 23k, shoot yo ass straight in yo face (on gang)

Back in 2014, everybody was droppin' 8's (no cap)

Shoulda seen that boy reaction when we took him on a chase

Took a piece of evergreen, that shit sweeter than the case

I ain't recognize his face, he got ID'd by his shoes (damn)

Big 6 from the brix, bitch I'm mister make the news (haha, haha)

Bitch I'm mister make the news

6, I'm livin' reckless in yo section breakin' rules (breakin' rules)

(That's on gang)

I'm a certified killa (killa)

Was hangin' out the roof, how the fuck I ain't hit em? (how the fuck)

Saw his body hit the floor, how the fuck I ain't kill him?

Lately, Glock's been jammin' up, I got that brand new AR Pistol (that AR pistol)

I heard his brothers want me dead, I ain't scared, shit realer (realer, realer, realer)

Screamin' fuck yo block, come take these shots, just like liquor

Free flow, stolo, back-to-back, we slidin' round, presidential

Jit, don't pull down that block, lil bro'nem known for parking rentals (that's no cap, nigga)

(you know)

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