BigKayBeezy

Killumbus
On God Tryna lay somthin' dead, gang, gang (Ayy, boy Stxnk, you hard) Tryna lay somethin' dead (Timmy Da HitMan) Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin' All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin' Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Pop two Percocets, I'm off the meds Talking tough won't get you shit but dead Like, fuck that, fuck what you said I get way too out my body, out my head, yeah, yeah Don't come tell me lil' folks with the feds like that ain't your mans Told the opps come see 'bout me, they scared I sip codeine 'til I can barely feel my legs They let him out and it's 'bout time to drop that bread Baby, don't get scared, this was all part of the plan He seen we slid the door back on that van, he ran Red dead, crack his egg, yeah, yeah Let's see can he run without no legs Why the fuck he playing? I pop one more Perc', I might go fed, yeah, yeah Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin' All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin' Letras de cancionesFive-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah I'm off of a whole lot of drugs in this bitch If he tweaking, I might get to buggin' and shit Who the fuck is you mugging and shit? Put a hole in your muffin and dip I can't go out like Tip You know exactly where I live But you ain't gon' shoot up the crib 'Cause Young Beezo get hit, you get killed Nigga, know what it is, ayy House arrest, I still ran up a mill' Ask me how do I feel, yeah, yeah Blue come on all of the bills Yeah, bitch, and I ain't with none of that other shit You can call me Killumbus when I hit your block Niggas die every time I discover shit Me or none of the guys on that funny shit We get on dummy, that dummy shit Hundreds shots in your stomach, a ton of shit And the opps in the crib, they on punishment You better watch who you running with Fifty shots out the Draco, astonishin' Ain't your lil' homie dead? I heard he got shot in the head Don't get buried under him And them streets made for me, we be running them, ayy Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin' All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin' Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna— Grrt, boaw-boaw-boaw From Letras Mania