I'm Killin - Starlito

Crayola my cars, free Lil Boosie

Keep the line around the building, got me riding around no ceiling (Skrttt)

Riding around with no feelings, if you play with me, I’m killing

Make me jump out and get silly, dump out nine millies

Fuck I’m talkin bout, we got big tools with the trash bags for the chopper

shells

Yeah, we ain’t missing, but we’ll leave you missing

You niggas suspect, you fit the description

I’m looking for a gudda bitch that can get the prescription (Yeah)

I got them hundred dollar quarters, fuck with me (fuck with me)

One twenty at the twelv (twelve), you better have your scale

You a puss, Vagisil, Massengill

Your baby mama pussy (aghhh) had that slut bitch stashing pills

If I wasn’t rapping, be in traffic with them vacuum seal

Pass it to the passenger four racks get you some daffodil

Riding 2K14, five for bout a half a mil

I throw my shows like money off album sales and I don’t have a deal

Bitch I, bitch I grind hard (Lito), ain’t much more to the story (Nope)

This nigga say I owe him (lyin) but he couldn’t be looking for me (Bitch)

Said fuck riding foreign cause they’re soldiers over there warring (Yeah)

Mr. president, do you at least have some healthcare for him?

I pay more taxes than my next door neighbor

He don’t get profiled

So I wake up in a Bugatti, fell asleep in a dope pile

This coke droppin' been going on for eight years straight

Oh thrills charging twelve to my album brick blade, 'ey

Then I, then I dropped my first mixtape

Outer limits, prison passin, we was clubbing every day

In the projects all day

Shootin twenty, bet whatever

I came a long way, glad I got my shit together

Bitch I grind hard, ain’t much more to the story (niggas ain’t no killers, man)

Y’all niggas ain’t no killers, man, y’all niggas some hoes

You niggas ain’t no killers, you niggas some hoes