Lyrics KILL - Tre16oz feat. SR Adawg

Aye Pound...
Huh?

Barely made JV (I barely made it)
Jokes on you Coach
I'm still in the field
I got homies fighting bodies (Barely making it)
I know other ones fighting appeals
Hoes fucking for profit
I know other ones fucking for pills
It's sad for real
Nah for real
Moe Kill
Keep it lit and low key
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what they told me
Cause I'm my own my man at the end of the day
Single but I'm w. your bitch for the night
She let me slap this dick all on her face
Before she dressed
'Boo ya Uber outside'

Play me 50
You'll get fully outlined
I'm Northeast DC born and raised
That Cruddy shit ain't only on the Southside
We slap that fool in his place
Fool wouldn't buss a grape
Leave em flatter than a crepe
Hittas got em going ape
Banana thangs onna drake
Yeah, Keep it locked and loaded
Very hard to read like I'm coded
I'm traumatized like an Iraq vet
Have you ever seen what lies behind a forehead?
Youngins out here now clapping old heads
Til you bleeding heavy nigga
You don't know red
Diesel fuel in a Bambu sheet
I'm at the Pump right now like I don't know Reg
Tell ya girl shut the fuck up she can get touched
Let her know, right now hands Co Ed
Shit, Nah let me stop
Let me go 'head
Call sis tell her pull up in the oh yeah
Don't rush the car though,
Cause she ain't driving
She'll be hanging on the window wit a whole leg
Don't rush the car though,
Cause she ain't driving
She'll be hanging on the window wit a whole leg
Bitch keep It lax and legitimate
All them adjectives and verbs I ain't feeling it
Niggas wanted me to fail from the Jump
But now its a given that I'm getting it
My name hold weight, No spotter
No shit, I'm the only nigga liftin it
YeYeYe, shots fired
Now Y'all know y'all ain't the only niggas sending shit

Barely made JV (I barely made it)
Jokes on you Coach
I'm still in the field
I got homies fighting bodies (Barely making it)
I know other ones fighting appeals
Hoes fucking for profit
I know other ones fucking for pills
It's sad for real
Nah for real
Moe Kill
Keep it lit and low key
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what they told me
Cause I'm my own my man at the end of the day
Single but I'm w. your bitch for the night
She let me slap this dick all on her face
Before she dressed (Jam Up)
'Boo ya Uber outside'

Think I'm a small fry
I let em all fry
Red tips bang like the bass in the trunk
LeBron in 4th Quarter
I dived in that water
I leveled the pressure
Prepared when it comes
Coming LIVE from Northeast
On my side where we feast
You don't slide, you don't eat
Better get you some money
Dropped out of school
Start pulling em moves
My first 600
Went and bought me a gun
We lived over South at the time
It's a drought at the time
So I laced up and went on the hunt
Granny was nervous
She knew I was serving
I stayed out the house
She knew I'm up to something
I was flashy and purpin'
Wasn't saving kept splurging
Tryin to look sweet
But I fucked up my money
Ride by myself
I'm on point, I'm equipped
Coming straight off the hipp
Trying to cease my opponents
Free the men out the feds
Doing burpees and sit ups
You diss on the net
Ima come and get wit ya
Thinking shit sweet
Til you cropped out the picture
Last n gga tried,
He died in a blizzard
Long live the men I lost to this shit
I know you still wit me when I'm loading my pistol
Keep a dogg when I cruise thru the city
Flying thru traffic and watching my mirrors
Step on the gas I'm trying to get there
Death come in threes
But we send it in pairs
My shooter won't talk
He looking and stare
He ain't see this glick
He just seen a flare
We get on his ass we ain't playing fair
We treat the streets like a playing field
Get caught for this shit they gonna throw the chair
Omertà, Ohana won't break a squeal
Omertà

Barely made JV (I barely made it)
Jokes on you Coach
I'm still in the field
I got homies fighting bodies (Barely making it)
I know other ones fighting appeals
Hoes fucking for profit
I know other ones fucking for pills
It's sad for real
Nah for real
Moe Kill
Keep it lit and low key
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what they told me
Cause I'm my own my man at the end of the day
Single but I'm w. your bitch for the night
She let me slap this dick all on her face
Before she dressed
'Boo ya Uber outside'
Play me 50

Your Uber outside boo
It say 3 minutes
Might wanna get your stuff on you know
You don't wanna miss that

And I gotta keep it low key!