(Killa!)
Killa, this parrot
She love my tats
She think I'm bad
Think I'm a killa
It's not like that
I don't go out
I chill, kick back
And count my skrilla
In my chinchilla fur
Love, I get on her nerves
I love the way she twerk
Might have to get that ass to work
I'm slizzard off of this Goose
The whole damn club getting loose
I'm 'bout to break her in two
And hit the rum
She love my pad
She love my tats
She think I'm bad
Think I'm a killa
It's not like that
I don't go out
I chill, kick back
And count my skrilla
She tryna feel on me
Tryna get the best of me
See her in all of my dreams
I think she put a hex on me
Askin' me when I'm gon' slide
Pull up on her on east side
Why I'm so paranoid
Always hanging with my boys
She love my pad
She love my tats
She think I'm cute
Think I'm her boo
I'm so into it
I might just do it
I be going through it
I tend to ruin shit
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Nasty on the beat, really in the streets
Young nigga, always bring that heat
You know I been geeked for the last eight weeks
I'm from the (just sit down)
They gon' feel my pain
Rain down, on me
(Killa, killa, killa)
