I Kill People! Lyrics – Trippie Redd ft. Tadoe

[Intro: Tadoe]
Ayy, what's popping?
You know how the f**k we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man (OZ on the beat, yeah)
You hear me, man?
We don't rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bumming like the bummas do, in traffic with a gun or two, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man
Let's get it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
N!gga need to find his chill, boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
N!gga need to find his chill, boy
Foenem tweaking, we gone show his as* for real, boy, huh, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up (Ayy)
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up

[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Toting something illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock .45 and it's real lethal (Let's get it)
B!tch, you know we fry, we really kill people (Bang-bang)
B!tch, I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (Gang-gang)
B!tch, we gangbang off in the lobby, man (Bang)
Catch a n!gga lacking, it's a hobby, man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy, man
Hit your block, we gone swerve sh!t (Skrrt-skrrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, b!tch (Skrrt-skrrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words, b!tch? (Huh?)
N!ggas sneak dissing, let me hurt 'em (Bang-bang)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
N!gga need to find his chill, boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
N!gga need to find his chill, boy
Foenem tweaking, we gone show his as* for real, boy, huh, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up (Ayy)
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Everyone same side for lil' bro, Ice Age all on my throat
How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco
She show me her thong, Sisqó, she's hot and ready to go
I'm hungrier than a hippo, aim that thing high and get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the 'Bach, and this b!tch got room
Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue
Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don't get hot
Young n!gga really from them blocks
Ayy, pu**y, here we come, if you ready or not
I'm on probation but I tote Glocks
Walk through court smelling like pot

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
N!gga need to find his chill, boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
N!gga need to find his chill, boy
Foenem tweaking, we gone show his as* for real, boy, huh, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up (Ayy)
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up