K-pop Lyrics

(Killer) yeah
I'm a (Boy's crazy)
I'm a cold blooded (Killer)
Made all this money
From doin' this (Yeah look)
​da got that dope
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace
Yeah this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it swag drip
I used to rock a toboggan
Headphones around my neck
Tryna be like Shady
Now the phone that's in
My pocket seem to keep vibratin'
I got all these
Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby
Tryna fiance me
I take the steering wheel and
Drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)
I'm on a song with my idol
I'm a cold blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in
The ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle
I take this shit to the cleaners
'Bout to cop me a Bimmer
I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her
I'm gettin' meaner and meaner
Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger not a Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy
Damn I used to hit Caesars
She 'bout to finish
But wait a minute it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace
Yeah this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it (Listen uh)
They say my killing's horrendous
How he still in the business?
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Ma dukes chillin' in Venice
Compliments of her eldest the cynic
Give hell with these writtens
This shit only propel my ascension
I held my position in
Any situation that's needed
This year I'm shittin' on niggas
For the way we was treated
I see the impact
Of all my creations increasin'
My step in time with these Pantheons
It was all was divine
I'm in this moment of
My life where shit is fallin' in line
And lookin' back I swear to god
You'd think it all was designed
A true movie script
I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch
All she got is diamonds on
Her mind on some Uzi shit
A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'
I only hang
With real niggas who I'm congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album nigga
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace
Yeah this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it
Swag drippin' from me
My sentences are harsh
Every single's bar's like a verdict
I say it with conviction
But this time you're not gonna serve it
But as soon as I read it
You know that you're about to get murdered
When I cap it'll punish then
Put you in a box like a juror
If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?)
We ain't battled
Either that or they won't collaborate
'Cause pad or paper freestyle
Will settle that debate (Yup)
I call it guillotine
Style 'cause even off the head
I decapitate
Yeah bitch I go harder
Than Carter III (What?)
But I think your thottie just thought of me
She got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalking me like I was broccoli
I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinkin' you had that
Shit in the bag like it's colostomy
It's a red alert
You better skrrt or
Try to get on my level first
Bitch I'd had to shovel dirt and
Dig a hole to get on yours
You bum bum look at your broke ass (Yeah)
It's why you're a bum bum (Why?) 'cause
Your shit is so ass (Yeah)
Syllable gun guns spits and goes Hadoo
Only L that I ever
Took is when I lost Proof (Yeah)
Only time that I ever got served
Is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)
But bitch get out of
Pocket and I might accost you
Homicides up the wazoo
Chain gaudy probably got more bodi
Odi odies than John do (John do)
Just called Snoop and I talked to him
We all cool
Dre me and the Dogg good Doc we got you
Got a castle with a solid gold floor
No I don't I don't even got a boat nor
Do I got a chauffeur but a lot to show for
You don't wanna fuck around and start no war
Twenty more years I could probably go for
Just like your lip and you got a cold sore
My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes
You ain't ever gonna say
I don't got it no more (Bitch)
Literally it's stupidity you kiddin' me?
Dying laughing is
The only way you're killing me
I'm getting rid of ya
Get clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest bitch I'll snap like a tibia
You wanna get
Silly with the bars? I'm frivolous
But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is
East side 'til I die bitch
I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon
Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink
And they're in sync like a faucet
How the fuck do I even
Think of this ridiculous shit?
I'm a quarter of a century deep
And I can't be beat (Nah)
'Til the day me and the grim reap meet
I'm ten toes down
'Til I'm six feet deep (What?)
Windows down in the Benz
E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo
Beep beep beep
She said she fucks with the M T B
To the M B Side B Slim CD
I can see why you envy me
You get no ass like an empty seat
So this shit comes with a warning
For all you punks and corny
Little fucks
I woke up on my fuck shit this morning
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace
Yeah this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it
Swag drippin' from me
Yeah I'm a (Killer)
Yeah I'm a what I'm a cold blooded (Killer)