Killin ëm Lyrics – Yeat

[Intro: Yeat]
(I-I—)
(I-I—)
(I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
(I got, I got)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round b!tch
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round b!tch
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killing 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killing 'em, mob is killing 'em
Mob is killing 'em, killing 'em
Them guns is killing 'em, guns is killing 'em
Gun gone shoot, it go killing 'em
Memphetamines killing 'em
'phetamines killing 'em, yeah
And muhf**king spinning 'em
I'm drinking that dirty, that mirty
That cup, that mud, that muhf**king what?
We come from that dirty, we drinking that dirty
We come from that dirty stuff

[Verse: Yeat]
Yeah, I got some brothers
Who moving that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that b!tch with AP, on my wrist
On my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been serving them boys like
I'm working at Chili's (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold
This sh!t could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)
I touched me a muhf**king milli', yeah
I'm swerving that f**king Chevy
I'm on the side with the gremlin
Gremlin, pull up and f**k my system and the mayhem
Them drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
Drugs is killing 'em, killin 'em
I'm taking the Perc' with Amoxicillin
Hit the ceiling lil' b!tch
And I'm feeling 'em (Oh)
No, you can't rock with the mob
Can't rock with the gang, lil' b!tch
We not feeling you (Uh)
All this sh!t feeling familiar, uh
Gotta give me the lock and I'm killing 'em (Oh)
I touch a mill' every first of the month
That's why my pockets not big enough (Oh)
Ride 'round the city inside of the Tonka
Yeah, but this sh!t still not big enough (Oh)
Come every time back from my break, yeah
And I'm all on the charts (Yeah)
When I geek up, lil' b!tch
Yeah I go to the sky, b!tch
I live in the stars (What)
F**k what you saying, lil' b!tch
You is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this sh!t up
But I'm back on them charts (Yeah)
Heading number one for the month, yeah
Stay number one for the year (Yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhf**king metal
Yeah, I'm cranking them gears (Luh crank)
Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me
B!tch, I'm stabbing they ears (Luh shank)
F**k what you saying lil' b!tch
I'ma do all this sh!t, b!tch
I do it for years

[Chorus: Yeat]
(I got, I got)
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round b!tch
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round b!tch
Got hunnid round b!tch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killing 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killing 'em, mob is killing 'em
Mob is killing 'em, killing 'em
Them guns is killing 'em, guns is killing 'em
Gun gone shoot, it go killing 'em
Memphetamines killing 'em
'phetamines killing 'em, yeah
And muhf**king spinning 'em
I'm drinking that dirty, that mirty
That cup, that mud, that muhf**king what?
We come from that dirty, we drinking that dirty
We come from that dirty stuff

[Outro: Yeat]
Yeah, I got some brothers
Who moving that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that b!tch with AP, on my wrist
On my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been serving them boys like
I'm working at Chili's (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold
This sh!t could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)