Doodie Lo - Killing You lyrics

[Intro: Doodie Lo] (AyoJarii, that sh*t go too crazy) Ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: Doodie Lo] Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (Boom) If we want you dead, we on your ass, b*tch, we killin' you (Let's get it) Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?) Drac' on me, ridin' with that b*tch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh) ni**as, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy ni**a, come and shake something [Verse 1: BIG30] If we want you dead, we on your ass, that's something we finna do (We finna do) My lil' ni**a's still in school (He's still in school), got no problem with killin' you (Gon' finish you) I'm still on that same sh*t, got rock, paper, that scissor, too (That cuttеr) Cut your ass up with that micro Drac', quick to get rid of you (Brrr, brrr, brrr) I been strapped since middlе school, I jumped off the porch with that Glock (That gun) Off-White for my tennis shoes, big Cartier, skeleton watch (My arm) Can't go for it, told you better not try and take something or ask to get shot (My son) I just hit him with that sweet, no Tootsie, that Glock might be hot (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Big blrrrd (Blrrrd), gotta go stand my sh*t up on the pendant (My neck') When you see that Hellcat in your city, know them killers in it We just upped the score, go add one more (One more), ask the opp, "Who winnin'?" (They b*tches) They just went and got shirts, and made some posts, man, them ni**as b*tches [Chorus: Doodie Lo, BIG30, & Yung Mal] Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (With a Drac') If we want you dead, we on your ass, b*tch, we killin' you (Don't get in his face) Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you (Blrrrd) Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?) Drac' on me, ridin' with that b*tch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh (Boom, boom) You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh) ni**as, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something (Take something) Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy ni**a, come and shake something (Yes sir) [Verse 2: Yung Mal] My young ni**as, they ready to shake something (They ready) Don't work, trap it out, go make something (Trap) Trap get slow, ni**a, fu*k it, go take you something I put my trust that that Drac' gon' flip something FN came with the Crip blue tips on it Put dick on your ho lips, never gon' kiss nothing Opp got flipped right there at the exit My lil' ni**a got a shot, he don't miss none Sweet one-five, I'm the don, put dirty on all of my guns ni**a fell in water like a pond I ain't gon' wait, Big Pun Plug gon' send us them tons My dawg caught a body, he don't got a bond (fu*k) Ain't trustin' no b*tch, I ain't buildin' no bond (Nah) I done got a Patek, gon' spin it for fun (Spin) sh*t get real in that field, better keep you gun Iceberg shoulder (Iceberg), big pissy, I'm flooded with water (Big pissy) Sick a b*tch on a ni**a, we caught him ni**a think with his dick, he in trouble (Ha) b*tch, I really came up from the corner Never had sh*t but I knew how to hustle (I hustle) I got right, now, I'm workin' my muscle (Yeah) BIG30, b*tch, you know that my brother (My brother) Big blrrrd (Blrrrd), OTF sh*t [Chorus: Doodie Lo] Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (Boom) If we want you dead, we on your ass, b*tch, we killin' you (Let's get it) Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?) Drac' on me, ridin' with that b*tch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh) ni**as, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something (Take something) Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy ni**a, come and shake something