Текст песни Goin in for the Kill - Chinx , Cheeze , French Montana
I'm
goin'
in
for
the
kill
I'm
doin'
it
for
a
thrill
Oh,
I'm
hoping
you'll
understand
And
not
let
go
of
my
hand
I'm
goin'
in
for
the
kill
I'm
doin'
it
for
a
thrill
Oh,
I'm
hoping
you'll
understand
And
not
let
go
of
my
hand
Ya'll
niggas
need
a
co-sign;
homie,
I'm
the
gold
mine
Montana
Johnson
when
it's
showtime
Nigga
pass
the
ball,
make
a
call;
watch
me
go
in
for
the
kill
I
was
stuntin'
on
you
corny
niggas
way
before
the
deal
Fast
money,
fuckin'
hoes,
flippin'
work;
call
me
flip
Rap
niggas
all
diesel,
homie;
probably
a
script
See
the
black
van
packed
up;
ski-masks,
black
gloves
Four
niggas
mashed
up,
get
a
nigga
wrapped
up
I
did
it
like
a
boss,
fuck
a
hand-out
Room
full
of
centers,
I'm
a
stand-out
Now
I
gave
'em
no
choice;
got
the
coke-boy
shit
planned
out
Hundred-fifty
Spider
all
tanned
out;
Montana
(Montana).
I'm
goin'
in
for
the
kill
I'm
doin'
it
for
a
thrill
Oh,
I'm
hoping
you'll
understand
And
not
let
go
of
my
hand
I'm
goin'
in
for
the
kill
I'm
doin'
it
for
a
thrill
Oh,
I'm
hoping
you'll
understand
And
not
let
go
of
my
hand.
Listen,
for
all
my
dope-boys
up
over
them
pots
mixin'
New
[??]
on
the
block
chasin'
hot
vixens
Gettin'
money,
right?
Well
do
your
thing,
shorty
The
drama
messy,
I
send
some
niggas
to
clean
for
me
They
leave
the
scene
spotless;
I
like
my
V's
topless
The
hoes
talk
about
me,
see
I'm
the
trendin'
topic
See
the
riot's
that
gang,
and
ya'll
know
that
That
break
it
up
and
give
it
to
the
strip,
you
know
I'm
on
that
I'm
stickin'
to
the
format
Never
catch
him
slippin',
like
I'm
stickin'
to
the
floor-mat
So
these
niggas
could
fall
back
I
toss
some
money
in
the
sky
and
watch
it
trickle
down
Came
a
long
way
from
the
P's;
take
a
look
at
me
now
Keys
to
the
Beamer;
Beamie
take
the
top
off
Did
ya'll
watch
the
fumes
come
out
like
a
genie?
That's
the
Sour;
power
can't
[?]
me,
bitch
Love
when
I'm
high,
cause
my
eyes
look
dreamy
Four-fifth
chrome,
that'll
leave
your
dome
steamy
Custom-made
Lenscrafters
still
couldn't
see
me
Flip,
pimp,
and
crack
dough
I
roll
the
O,
you
pop
the
Ex;
tick-tack-toe
Send
my
condolence,
give
him
hope
for
best
wishes
They
hate
cause
they
bitches;
ride
my
stick
like
witches
Nowadays
niggas
fraudulent,
frontin';
all
gimmicks
In
the
game
they
all
the
same;
might
as
well
get
a
mimic
Order
to
your
dog,
UPS
with
deliverance
My
man
in
the
can
gettin'
green
like
spinach
We'll
be
like
Popeye
the
sailorman
Yeah,
Cheeze
ya
dealin'
man
They
spinnin'
on
the
top,
like
[?]
I'm
goin'
in
for
the
kill
I'm
doin'
it
for
a
thrill
Oh,
I'm
hoping
you'll
understand
And
not
let
go
of
my
hand
I'm
goin'
in
for
the
kill
I'm
doin'
it
for
a
thrill
Oh,
I'm
hoping
you'll
understand
And
not
let
go
of
my
hand.
1 Magic
2 Lie To Me
3 Skit
4 Have It All
5 They Not Ready
6 Hammer Long
7 Goin' In For The Kill
8 Storm Is Coming
9 They Not Ready
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