BigKayBeezy - Killumbus lyrics

[Intro] On God Tryna lay somthin' dead, gang, gang (Ayy, boy Stxnk, you hard) Tryna lay somethin' dead (Timmy Da HitMan) [Chorus] Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin' All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin' Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his sh*t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Pop two Percocets, I'm off the meds Talking tough won't get you sh*t but dead Like, fu*k that, fu*k what you said I get way too out my body, out my head, yeah, yeah Don't come tell me lil' folks with the feds like that ain't your mans Told the opps come see 'bout me, they scared I sip codeine 'til I can barely feel my legs They let him out and it's 'bout time to drop that bread Baby, don't get scared, this was all part of the plan He seen we slid the door back on that van, he ran Red dead, crack his egg, yeah, yeah Let's see can he run without no legs Why the fu*k he playing? I pop one more Perc', I might go fed, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin' All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin' Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his sh*t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his sh*t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I'm off of a whole lot of drugs in this b*tch If he tweaking, I might get to buggin' and sh*t Who the fu*k is you mugging and sh*t? Put a hole in your muffin and dip I can't go out like Tip You know exactly where I live But you ain't gon' shoot up the crib 'Cause Young Beezo get hit, you get killed ni**a, know what it is, ayy House arrest, I still ran up a mill' Ask me how do I feel, yeah, yeah Blue come on all of the bills Yeah, b*tch, and I ain't with none of that other sh*t You can call me Killumbus when I hit your block ni**as die every time I discover sh*t Me or none of the guys on that funny sh*t We get on dummy, that dummy sh*t Hundreds shots in your stomach, a ton of sh*t And the opps in the crib, they on punishment You better watch who you running with Fifty shots out the Draco, astonishin' Ain't your lil' homie dead? I heard he got shot in the head Don't get buried under him And them streets made for me, we be running them, ayy [Chorus] Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin' All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin' Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his sh*t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead Put that burner to his sh*t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna— Grrt, boaw-boaw-boaw