Lyrics Kill Kill - GlokkNine
Check
the
fuckin'
shit,
Make
sure
it
ain't
on
safety
man,
So
we
can
get
the
fuck
up
outta
here
Man,
Glocks
don't
have
no
fuckin'
safety
Boolin',
hell
nah
I
ain't
coolin'
My
nigga
lost
his
top,
like
a
drop
top,
he
roofless
Bool
it,
for
them
youngins
act
a
fool
jit
Simon
said
get
'em,
blues
clues
left
'em
clueless
Why
they
call
me
Nine,
shawty
nine
on
that
new
shit
I
ain't
talkin'
nickels,
he
drop
dimes
on
a
cool
jit
Cousin
V'd
up,
don't
get
caught
up
in
that
woo
shit
Bitch
I'm
double
K,
murder
kill,
that's
the
movement
I
got
the
bat
in
case
he
run
with
that,
call
me
a
running
back
I
drop
wood
like
a
lumberjack,
kick
or
I'm
puntin'
that
Headfirst
all
off
in
the
sack,
this
a
MAC,
not
a
hat
And
if
I
took
it,
you
ain't
gettin'
it
back
Lil
Nine
done
buck
the
jack
Told
me
oops,
now
she
feelin'
that,
my
dick
all
in
her
back
It's
a
choo
choo,
beat
it
off
the
tracks,
I
can't
lay
up
with
that
I'm
a
motherfucking
minuteman,
thuggin'
in
the
stand
Jitterbug,
ran
into
them
bands,
goin'
Super
Saiyan
I'm
ballin'
on
and
off
the
court
but
I'm
above
the
rim
Remember
aggravated
battery,
still
in
it
for
attempt
I
can't
let
'em
take
my
life
so
I'm
speedin',
tryna
get
him
And
lil
nina
got
a
dick
so
it's
fuck
all
that
shit
you
hear
I'm
rolling
with
A
double
F,
can't
forget
the
N
And
the
A
be
for
all,
F
for
family,
no
friends
With
my
back
against
the
wall,
who
to
call
once
again
I
done
been
through
it
all,
can't
you
tell
how
I
spit?
Boolin',
hell
nah
I
ain't
coolin'
My
nigga
lost
his
top,
like
a
drop
top,
he
roofless
Bool
it,
for
them
youngins
act
a
fool
jit
Simon
said
get
'em,
blues
clues
left
'em
clueless
Why
they
call
me
Nine,
shawty
nine
on
that
new
shit
I
ain't
talkin'
nickels,
he
drop
dimes
on
a
cool
jit
Cousin
V'd
up,
don't
get
caught
up
in
that
woo
shit
Bitch
I'm
double
K,
murder
kill,
that's
the
movement
Spin
your
block,
murder
kill
kill,
I
gotta
kill
him
I
keep
screaming
free
my
nigga
who
in
the
system
Framed
him,
ain't
no
picture,
I
really
miss
him
Can't
keep
fallin'
victim,
keep
missing
Christmas
I
was
rollin'
off
a
jigga,
dick
in
her
liver
He
coppin'
pleas
with
them
niggas,
more
stripes
than
Tigger
I
need
the
brand
new
baloney,
pay
up,
you
owe
me
I
keep
a
shooter,
no
Ginobili,
he
goin'
Kobe
But
I
be
ballin'
like
I'm
Scotty,
he
off
a
molly
Lil
bruh
just
geekin'
out
his
body,
I
pumped
the
shotty
They
yellin'
run
Ricky
run,
now
I
quit,
now
I
bust
gun
I
had
done
took
a
little
time
off,
I
piped
out,
no
fun
guy
Okay
so
now
they
count
me
in,
they
want
me
winnin'
I
got
some
niggas,
boy
they
love
me,
pull
up,
no
Huggie
She
just
want
my
fungi,
she
want
to
hug
me
I
had
to
pass
her
to
Lil
OD,
he
in
her
tummy,
ayy
Boolin',
hell
nah
I
ain't
coolin'
My
nigga
lost
his
top,
like
a
drop
top,
he
roofless
Bool
it,
for
them
youngins
act
a
fool
jit
Simon
said
get
'em,
blues
clues
left
'em
clueless
Why
they
call
me
Nine,
shawty
nine
on
that
new
shit
I
ain't
talkin'
nickels,
he
drop
dimes
on
a
cool
jit
Cousin
V'd
up,
don't
get
caught
up
in
that
woo
shit
Bitch
I'm
double
K,
murder
kill,
that's
the
movement
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