Killin Shit/ Saiyan Pride Songtext
Indigo
Big grin on my face, baby on that killer shit
Love my girl, I'm ridin' with her, she ain't scared to kill a bitch
Clutchin' on the .30, big stick, I'm gon' hit some shit
Clutchin' on a stick or a .30, I'm gon' hit some shit
Niggas like to talk and run they mouth but how you missin' shit?
You know how it is, niggas like you better when you dead
Probably take the time out to even check out what you said
Long as how the ideas I had goin' to your head
Big grin on my face, baby on that killer shit
Love my girl, I'm ridin' with her, she ain't scared to kill a bitch
Clutchin' on the .30, big stick, I'm gon' hit some shit
Clutchin' on a stick or a .30, I'm gon' hit some shit
Niggas like to talk and run they mouth but how you missin' shit?
You know how it is, niggas like you better when you dead
Probably take the time out to even check out what you said
Long as how the ideas I had goin' to your head
Enemies in this life, we might be brothers in the next
Long as you keep comin' for my neck, I'm comin' for your head
Long as you keep gunnin' for my neck, I'm gunnin' for your head
My teacher said I'd be a trash man, I keep a dump and shit
Ain't no lames around me in my circle or circumference
Pull up on them niggas right now and watch 'em jump a fence
I was on go, movin' fast, fuck a consequence
Every action that a nigga take come with a consequence
Niggas said we couldn't get no money now we flexin' on 'em
Everybody who doubted my hustle, now I'm flexin' on 'em
Anybody doubtin' on my struggle, now I'm catchin' up
All these niggas wanna have opinions, we ain't stressin' on it
We ain't stressin' on it
Everybody got a bitch 'pinion, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
What they talking 'bout don't even mean shit, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
If it ain't got no ranch, baby, ain't no dressin' on it
Ain't no dressin' on it
Took lil' mama out the hood, put a dress up on her
DB the plug
I'm so close to revenge, I'm so close to my enemies
Like we share an umbilical cord
You fuck niggas Fantastic Four
.45 leave 'em Human Torch
Same niggas sayin' I'm fallin' off
Same niggas who ain't had a hit once
Same niggas in the same cities with the same bitches and the same watch
With the same outlook on life
Stuck 'cause your demo ain't buzz, right?
Ain't you s'posed to be the plug, right?
Got them young niggas throwin' up thug life
If I love you, I put you above mine
If you take it for granted, that's more than fine
If you take it for weakness, that's more than fine
My success and progress gotta mortify
Once I run up a bag I'ma mow the lawns
I be burnin' bridges, baby, all the time
Hop in that coupe and immobilize
Gettin' global money on that global time
So you mad but he text you on local time
But my partners fell out 'cause they both was slime
Fuck a co-defendant, fuck a co-sign
Two lesbian bitches, they both mine
Talking 'bout "We single," and we both lyin'
We from down South, we polite and kind
But you took it for weakness and now you dyin'
Put in overtime for my gold shine
Diamonds drippin' wet, need a clothesline
Fauni pullin' up, that mean your ho's mine
All my hood got more needles than porcpines
It's extended, syringes, ain't glorifyin'
Dog food like Scooby Snack
Know niggas really movin' that
Backwoods, burn 'em back to back
Like we really got Cataracts
I'm so close to the bag, I could taste that
Fuck a bitch, nigga, chase cash
Get green for that baby, no Cabbage Patch
Seen the revenue, we jackin' that
Bring the block beauty, that's my habitat
Where I developed bad habits at
Sure, he passed me the strap, I came up with that
Yeah, we used to be junkie, run off a bag
We ain't always had clothes, we was sharin' swag
38, firearm, run it up with that
Wanna fuck with my brother? Get body-bagged
Put him down to Earth then send him under that
Long as you keep comin' for my neck, I'm comin' for your head
Long as you keep gunnin' for my neck, I'm gunnin' for your head
My teacher said I'd be a trash man, I keep a dump and shit
Ain't no lames around me in my circle or circumference
Pull up on them niggas right now and watch 'em jump a fence
I was on go, movin' fast, fuck a consequence
Every action that a nigga take come with a consequence
Niggas said we couldn't get no money now we flexin' on 'em
Everybody who doubted my hustle, now I'm flexin' on 'em
Anybody doubtin' on my struggle, now I'm catchin' up
All these niggas wanna have opinions, we ain't stressin' on it
We ain't stressin' on it
Everybody got a bitch 'pinion, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
What they talking 'bout don't even mean shit, ain't no stressin' on it
Ain't no stressin' on it
If it ain't got no ranch, baby, ain't no dressin' on it
Ain't no dressin' on it
Took lil' mama out the hood, put a dress up on her
DB the plug
I'm so close to revenge, I'm so close to my enemies
Like we share an umbilical cord
You fuck niggas Fantastic Four
.45 leave 'em Human Torch
Same niggas sayin' I'm fallin' off
Same niggas who ain't had a hit once
Same niggas in the same cities with the same bitches and the same watch
With the same outlook on life
Stuck 'cause your demo ain't buzz, right?
Ain't you s'posed to be the plug, right?
Got them young niggas throwin' up thug life
If I love you, I put you above mine
If you take it for granted, that's more than fine
If you take it for weakness, that's more than fine
My success and progress gotta mortify
Once I run up a bag I'ma mow the lawns
I be burnin' bridges, baby, all the time
Hop in that coupe and immobilize
Gettin' global money on that global time
So you mad but he text you on local time
But my partners fell out 'cause they both was slime
Fuck a co-defendant, fuck a co-sign
Two lesbian bitches, they both mine
Talking 'bout "We single," and we both lyin'
We from down South, we polite and kind
But you took it for weakness and now you dyin'
Put in overtime for my gold shine
Diamonds drippin' wet, need a clothesline
Fauni pullin' up, that mean your ho's mine
All my hood got more needles than porcpines
It's extended, syringes, ain't glorifyin'
Dog food like Scooby Snack
Know niggas really movin' that
Backwoods, burn 'em back to back
Like we really got Cataracts
I'm so close to the bag, I could taste that
Fuck a bitch, nigga, chase cash
Get green for that baby, no Cabbage Patch
Seen the revenue, we jackin' that
Bring the block beauty, that's my habitat
Where I developed bad habits at
Sure, he passed me the strap, I came up with that
Yeah, we used to be junkie, run off a bag
We ain't always had clothes, we was sharin' swag
38, firearm, run it up with that
Wanna fuck with my brother? Get body-bagged
Put him down to Earth then send him under that
