Kill 4 Me Lyrics – Lil Crix

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[Intro: Lil Crix]
Go (Ryan, what took you so long?)
Go, go (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Okay, okay, YSL?

[Verse 1: Lil Crix & Chuckyy]
Chop giving tummy tucks (Grrah)
Now you look like Batman (N!gga, working like Bobby)
Popping X, see a b!tch start to swim, feel like Kankan (Ayy, come here, b!tch)
The s*it I stuff inside this Black & Mild, we weren’t there tryna s*it you
Twenty for a line of Tris, she ran that n!gga, died a b!tch
Real tweaker, she my main, I tweak (Ayy, come here)

Got a lil’ ten with me, s*it devil in Prada, roll like an angel, I told her to come sit on me
I’m tryna

[jail?] and catch a fade if I can, them boys gon’ spin for me
The way I’m torching the whip, this a drop top, but it used to be a Jeep (Ayy, come here, come here)
Multi cal’ AR shoot .556, right now, it’s .223s (Okay)
Hawk ’em down like a dog chasing a squirrel, I leave him by the tree
I could make the boy turn on you for money, s*it, they kill for free (They kill for free)
All I did was up her by the dub and now they kill for me (N!gga)

[Verse 2: Chuckyy]
I can shoot and drive at the same time, but I just rap on beats
But ain’t s*it change, we still quick to suit up, we walk s*it down on feet
The opps be mad we rich and stealing they belt, the funeral every week
You can think my Lil’ Blood not on s*it ’til he step back, blow his gleek
Landing M.I.A, pick up my Drac’, tank top, Miami Heat
We give out smoke, this s*it free, she suck d!ck and go out to eat
Foenem bail out on (??) end’s time, it’s a head shot, he can’t breathe
Think the last hit made the hell line, it was dos n!ggas on the scene
Uh, late night, I use my beam, uh-uh, you can not duck from me
Uh, Trackhawk got super kit, uh-huh, 12 can’t get up on me (Ha)
Uh, Crix said he want a Richard, when on a hunt, found like three
I make a dub in my sleep so I blow thirty, that s*it easy

[Verse 3: Skrilla]
ARPs and Black Suburbans, I pop Percs, thats for my dinner (For my dinner)

I could feel it in my soul and death be calling, I’m a sinner (I’m a sinner)

[I’m the one?] that’s pushing belt, I got my shooters upping hats
Pulling wings on n!ggas, triple-red beam got switch attached
Thirty in it, I just popped a lot, we came back through the back (Through the back)
YBC gon’ live through me, I swear I got my strings attached
How you stab dog in your back? S*it get ends, got fingers crossed
‘Til the day we run into each other, I’m gon’ let it off, we meet again
Soldier man, that’s why I live through my brother
LA Guap gon’ live through me and I go gone, live through my cutter
Tell the truth, they think it’s butter, only one me, not another
I done came too far to give this s*it away through pain and suffer (LA Guap)
I swear to god my shooter took your partner soul (Took your partner soul)
You could break a bond, but you could never break the goal
Box ’em in from three ways ’cause ain’t no where to go
We done bumped the AK to penetrate his soul
Took your life, body, no body (LA Guap)
I done— looked in your eyes, I see no body (No body)
And I’m still posted in the trenches, got the junkie behind my back
The day that I got hit my shooters caught a flight straight to the ‘Raq (Shoulder to lean on)
I’m the one they call for exceptions, n!ggas tried to spin a block, we peeped the blitz and intercept it
With the block it look hot, that s*it from us, what you expect? (6-7)
Why these n!ggas wanna rap? Like, huh?