KILLERS AND ROBBERS Lyrics – Jasiah
Blatt, blatt, blatt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Ugh
I’ma blitz, I’ma blitz, I’ma blitz (Blah)
I said, “I’ma run it, I’ma touchdown on yo’ ***” (Ah)
I know they say they hate me, but they all up on my *** (Ow)
Reload, with the stick and tell my brother, he won’t miss (Yeah)
Me just flipped it, double it (Crushin’ it)
Stack the chips, I’m crushin’ it (Crushin’ it)
I’m gettin’ lit for the fun of it (Fun of it)
I’m in the mix, yeah, I’m up in it (Up in it)
Listen to this, but I’m not mumblin’ (Yuh)
Flips gon’ flip-flip, feel like I’m jugglin’ (Yuh)
I can’t slip, no, I’m not fumblin’ (Yuh)
She on my hit list, then I’m dubbin’ it (Yeah)
I’m with the misfits and we comin’ in
What he say?
Catch a body, tell me, what’s the motherfuckin’ play?
Money, brains, and power, you aren’t surprised? I’m feelin’ crazed
I just want the dough, I don’t want the praise
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us
(Agh) ***, I’m in the cut (Yuh), what the ***? I don’t give a *** (Yuh)
***, I’m in the cut, spillin’ guts, gettin’ bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I’m in the pit, you know I love a ***’ *** (Yuh, yuh, ayy, blitt)
*** (Ayy)
If I ever, if I ever want a ***, I gotta get it
I been runnin’ up them bands, don’t pocket watch, just mind ya business (Ayy, ayy)
She throw a temper tantrum when she raging on my ***
She got a big-ass head like Jimmy Neutron, but she really not a genius (***, agh)
Ain’t nobody really ***’ with me (***’ with me)
Rip his *** kidney with this *** sippy (***’ sippy, ugh)
I heard him screaming, I’m like, “What the ***’s up Denny’s?” (What’s up? Ugh)
I lick the blood up from her *** to her *** (***, ugh)
All black is on me and I look satanic
He came with the drum, I came with a cannon
In love with the smoke, ***, I think I’m a addict (Brrah)
Unload the burner, man, leave him in ashes (Uh, yeah)
I’m with my niggas, you cannot adjust
Addicted with Xan’, and I think I’ma bust (Ayy, haha)
Brr
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us
(Agh) ***, I’m in the cut (Yuh), what the ***? I don’t give a *** (Yuh)
***, I’m in the cut, spillin’ guts, gettin’ bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I’m in the pit, you know I love a ***’ *** (Yuh, yuh, ayy, blitt)
*** (Ayy)
I’m with Jasiah, in the cut, we here to *** these niggas up (Ayy)
I need somebody in my life, I think that I done fell in love (Uh)
That ***, she asked me if I like her, had to give that *** a shrug (Uh)
The feds and opps, I know they watchin’, they gon’ try and plan a—
Stop, ***, told you, “Stop the cap”
Hol’ up, how I make this money off of makin’ some damn rap?
I’ma make this *** fly like he was ***’ Jack
I hop on the aux and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no man
I’ll take off the hat so I can stop all of the cap
I feel like I’m Faygo, we gon’ take him off the map
I got water on my motherfuckin’ body, hol’ up
We spin a boy like he a forty, hol’ up
That *** *** look like Morty, hol’ up
I don’t want that *** or shawty, nah, nah, girl
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us
(Agh) ***, I’m in the cut (Yuh), what the ***? I don’t give a *** (Yuh)
***, I’m in the cut, spillin’ guts, gettin’ bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I’m in the pit, you know I love a ***’ *** (Yuh, yuh, ayy, blitt)
*** (Ayy)
***, I’m in the cut (Yuh), what the ***? I don’t give a *** (Yuh)
***, I’m in the cut, spillin’ guts, gettin’ bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I’m in the pit, you know I love a ***’ *** (Yuh, yuh, ayy, blitt)
*** (Ayy)
