Killer (Remix|Explicit)

(Killer) Yeah
I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold blooded (Killer)
Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look)
(​d.a. 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 [?] tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé 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 Beamer, 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 sleaker
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 killin's horrendous, "How he still in the business?"
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
My dudes chillin' in Venice, compliments of an elders descendant
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 that all my creations increasin'
My step in time with all of these Pantheons, it was all was divine
I'm in this moment in 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 niggas who I'm congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album
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 capital punish then put you in a box like a juror
If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?), we haven'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 pick a thot [?] she got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalkin' me like I was brocolli
I'm gettin' brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinkin' had that shit in the bag like it's a colostomy
So better alert, you better skrrt
For tryna get on that 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 your a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah)
Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes "Hadoo"
Only L I took was when I lost Proof (Yeah)
Only time I ever got served was that lawsuit, when Ma sued (What?)
But bitch, get out of pocket and I might've costed you
Homicides up the wazoo, chain garden probably got more body-ody-odys than John do (John do)
I just called Snoop and 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 even have a boat, nor do I have a chauffer
But I locked [?]
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 [?] dying laughing is the only way you're killing me
I'm getting rid of you [?] get clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest bitch, I'll snap like a tibia
Sink like a faucet, how do I even think of this ridiculous shit?
I'm quarter century [?] and I can't be beat (Nah)
'Til me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep
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)