Letra de Killing You - Doodie Lo

(Feat. "Yung Mal, BIG30")

(AyoJarii, that shit go too crazy)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (Boom)

If we want you dead, we on your ass, bitch, we killin' you (Let's get it)

Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you

Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?)

Drac' on me, ridin' with that bitch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh

You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh)

Niggas, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something

Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy nigga, come and shake something

If we want you dead, we on your ass, that's something we finna do (We finna do)

My lil' nigga's still in school (He's still in school), got no problem with killin' you (Gon' finish you)

I'm still on that same shit, got rock, paper, that scissor, too (That cutter)

Cut your ass up with that micro Drac', quick to get rid of you (Brrr, brrr, brrr)

I been strapped since middle school, I jumped off the porch with that Glock (That gun)

Off-White for my tennis shoes, big Cartier, skeleton watch (My arm)

Can't go for it, told you better not try and take something or ask to get shot (My son)

I just hit him with that sweet, no Tootsie, that Glock might be hot (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

Big blrrrd (Blrrrd), gotta go stand my shit up on the pendant (My neck)

When you see that Hellcat in your city, know them killers in it

We just upped the score, go add one more (One more), ask the opp, "Who winnin'?" (They bitches)

They just went and got shirts, and made some posts, man, them niggas bitches

Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (With a Drac')

If we want you dead, we on your ass, bitch, we killin' you (Don't get in his face)

Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you (Blrrrd)

Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?)

Drac' on me, ridin' with that bitch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh (Boom, boom)

You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh)

Niggas, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something (Take something)

Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy nigga, come and shake something (Yes sir)

My young niggas, they ready to shake something (They ready)

Don't work, trap it out, go make something (Trap)

Trap get slow, nigga, fuck it, go take you something

I put my trust that that Drac' gon' flip something

FN came with the Crip blue tips on it

Put dick on your ho lips, never gon' kiss nothing

Opp got flipped right there at the exit

My lil' nigga got a shot, he don't miss none

Sweet one-five, I'm the don, put dirty on all of my guns

Nigga fell in water like a pond

I ain't gon' wait, Big Pun

Plug gon' send us them tons

My dawg caught a body, he don't got a bond (Fuck)

Ain't trustin' no bitch, I ain't buildin' no bond (Nah)

I done got a Patek, gon' spin it for fun (Spin)

Shit get real in that field, better keep you gun

Iceberg shoulder (Iceberg), big pissy, I'm flooded with water (Big pissy)

Sick a bitch on a nigga, we caught him

Nigga think with his dick, he in trouble (Ha)

Bitch, I really came up from the corner

Never had shit but I knew how to hustle (I hustle)

I got right, now, I'm workin' my muscle (Yeah)

BIG30, bitch, you know that my brother (My brother)

Big blrrrd (Blrrrd), OTF shit

Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (Boom)

If we want you dead, we on your ass, bitch, we killin' you (Let's get it)

Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you

Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?)

Drac' on me, ridin' with that bitch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh

You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh)

Niggas, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something (Take something)

Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy nigga, come and shake something

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