Текст песни Killer (feat. Jack Harlow & Cordae) - Remix - Eminem , Jack Harlow , YBN Cordae
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
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
Ronnie
Bennetts
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
Bimmer,
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
sleeker
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
killing′s
horrendous,
"How
he
still
in
the
business?"
Rich
as
hell
and
it's
feelin′
tremendous
Ma
dukes
chillin'
in
Venice,
compliments
of
her
eldest,
the
cynic
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
of
all
my
creations
increasin'
My
step
in
time
with
these
Pantheons,
it
was
all
was
divine
I'm
in
this
moment
of
my
life
where
shit
is
fallin′
in
line
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
real
niggas
who
I'm
congruent
with
I
manifest
nothing
less
than
the
best
outcome
Just
watch
my
moves
with
this
next
album,
nigga
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
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
cap,
it′ll
punish,
then
put
you
in
a
box
like
a
juror
If
there's
a
rapper
I
haven′t
ate
(where?)
We
ain'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
think
your
thottie
just
thought
of
me
She
got
a
body
and
bottom
like
Cardi
B
And
she
be
stalking
me
like
I
was
broccoli
I'm
getting
brain
now
like
a
lobotomy
You
probably
thinkin'
you
had
that
shit
in
the
bag
like
it′s
colostomy
It′s
a
red
alert,
you
better
skrrt
or
try
to
get
on
my
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
you're
a
bum-bum
(why?)
′cause
your
shit
is
so
ass
(yeah)
Syllable
gun-guns,
spits
and
goes
"Hadoo"
Only
L
that
I
ever
took
is
when
I
lost
Proof
(yeah)
Only
time
that
I
ever
got
served
is
that
lawsuit
when
Ma
sued
(what?)
But,
bitch,
get
out
of
pocket
and
I
might
accost
you
Homicides
up
the
wazoo
Chain
gaudy,
probably
got
more
bodi-odi-odies
than
John
do
(John
do)
Just
called
Snoop
and
I
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,
I
don′t
even
got
a
boat
nor
Do
I
got
a
chauffeur,
but
a
lot
to
show
for
You
don't
wanna
fuck
around
and
start
no
war
20
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
it's
stupidity,
you
kiddin′
me?
Dying
laughing
is
the
only
way
you're
killing
me
I′m
getting
rid
of
ya,
get
clapped
like
chlamydia
The
wittiest,
bitch,
I'll
snap
like
a
tibia
You
wanna
get
silly
with
the
bars?
I′m
frivolous
But
I'm
as
gritty
and
litty
as
my
city
is
East
side
'til
I
die,
bitch,
I
will
rep
′til
the
end
like
a
chameleon
Got
a
killer
instinct
with
the
pen′s
ink
and
they're
in
sync
like
a
faucet
How
the
fuck
do
I
even
think
of
this
ridiculous
shit?
I′m
a
quarter
of
a
century
deep
but
I
can't
be
beat
(nah)
′Til
the
day
me
and
the
grim
reap
meet
I'm
ten
toes
down
′til
I'm
six
feet
deep
(what?)
Windows
down
in
the
Benz
E
jeep
hollerin'
at
a
bimbo,
beep-beep-beep
She
said
she
fucks
with
the
M-T-B
to
the
M-B:
Side
B
Slim
CD
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)
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