Kill Shit - G Herbo, Lil Bibby

Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets

Aye Bibby, let’s kill shit broski

Whatchu wanna do?

It’s whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit

I’ma come around and clean that shit up

Let’s get it

Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide

When it’s drama time

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin

Leave his loved ones all traumatized

150, I’m really wit' it

I’ll drop his ass and then forget it

I’m the man round my side of town

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

Lil Bibby on the track with me

One mistake and he clap fifty

When I hit the scene hoes go insane

Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit' me

No velcro but the strap wit' me

Let a nigga wanna act silly

I’ma let it off and then leave him there

Ride off and don’t even care

Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out

Got a couple trues I don’t even wear

In the game bitch I do my thang

Hoes scream my name I ain’t even there

Lil Herb boy I do’s this

Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit

And I make bands like I make friends

Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit

But now it’s back to some killa shit

Got some wild hoes that’ll drill a bitch

Yea it’s no limit, thirty years runnin'

Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit

I never run cause I stay to fight

I’ll cook a nigga like steak and rice

And it’s hella real in the battlefield

Gangbang gotta pay the price

Hit a nigga with the forty fifth

Bet it make his ass do forty flips

M-O-B I don’t love a ho

I’ma be this way 'til I’m forty six

Matter of fact 'til a nigga die

Smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry

And I never feed off another man

Cause I understand how a nigga lie

Never snitch on a nigga dry

Yeah that’s how a nigga die

Got a yellow bitch in the passenger

She gon' suck and fuck if I get her high

If I do the dash then my whip will fly

Foreign shit what a nigga ride

I ain’t never snoozin', let a nigga try

Got the nine ruger on a nigga side

Lil Bibby, no limit

Yea I’m all about that sack bitch

My young niggas they clap shit

Let the MAC spit, we whack shit

Weezy in that cut

With that nina that’s that black bitch

Rico wanna' get 'em I’m like, «Cuz man, I got this»

Shootin' shit, hittin' shit, four five extended clip

Y’all be on that snitchin' shit and y’all know what snitches get

No limit shit, we wit' the shits, I’m focused on gettin' rich

M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch

Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin' shit

Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit' the fork

Straight drop no shorts, shooters on and off the court

Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse

Yeah, I’m bout that, rollin' up that loud pack

Catch me lackin'?

I doubt that

Cause I never leave without that

And that’s real shit, got real hitters, they kill shit

You fuck around hit the kill switch

These hollow tips you feel this

And I’m tryna get real rich

Cause my mama said I wouldn’t be shit

Nobody never gave me shit

Like «Bibby hop on this remix»

That’s five hundred, no free shit

Cause I’m hot and I do this shit for my block

I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top

Bodies gon' drop and we ain’t gon' stop, R.I.P Roc

Catch a few ops, send a few shots

Might hit a few blocks, fuck a few thots

I need two mill might seem like a lot

But I spit straight drop so its really not

My team gon' eat, R.I.P to police

Fake niggas don’t speak, cop killers in the heat

Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski