William Hutson - k**er (ft. k** rogers) lyrics

[Hook] k**er, k**er The k**er, k**er It's the k**er The k**er, k**er The k**er, k**er It's the-- k**er The k**er, k**er It's the k**er The k**er, k**er The k**er, k**er It's the-- [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Nine in the waist, half that in the glove box Rope in the trunk, strychnine in a lunch box Hefty bag, Ziploc Prada bag, hollaback Plenty of ties to go around and all these b**hes on the sack In the sack Murder cap, dial M for Ma**acre Dial nine to outside lines to lead you to the catheter Cater to the catty comb, cat stand, kitty corner But the realest gonna stand alone and shoot 'em like a soldier Necktie, Colombian Blood on the rug again Rip a f**in' liver out the gizzards jitterbuggin' in the chest cavity Steal a gold tooth for the vanity Snatch a wallet, call it in The papers call it tragedy It's nine lives, eight racks Seven hoes to bring it back Six tré, five miles per hour sitting on four flats Three fingers twisted up Two shots, "rra rra" One King Kong motherf**er ridin' low in a fitted cap [Hook Version 2] k**er, k**er Gotta be a k**er These is k**ers You f** with k**ers, they'll f**ing k** you You's a-- You roll with k**ers b**h them ain't k**ers Me the k**er The name is k**er k**er the k**er How many k**ers Could murder k**ers All these k**ers Ain't really k**ers Claimin' they k**ers when they-- Ain't f**in' k**in' Got all these k**ers out to k** ya Cuz that's a k**er You ain't a k**er You's a-- [Verse 2: k** rogers] Slit wrist This Pac tick is my ??? sniff My time's up in this Glock's b**h I'm fired up and my co*k's rich Manned up to be boyed down Gold watch is my Band-Aid Grip ten bills, call it blood money that I ripped up cuz I'm half-paid Jackson raping Benjamin, he bleeds Lincoln good thing I have change Picked up the penny face down Then my life turned upside down so I rampage Let that Pit Bull bite down Whatchu scared of? f**in' pipe down Pipe dreams for this gasoline Two fists covered in gasoline ??? my weed on this body bag Put raps in the bottle, then light the rag Fuego gave you pay so f** your halo, say no To daring police who claim to care, just save 'em You ain't no gangsta, I'm a gangsta, pop pills at the station So what's a mantra to the memento-minded I write that sh** in blood if you have a pencil find it Why so f**ing quiet? I am the riot to repo, the dog in reservoir Tyrant beatin' the license out of poetic who*es [Hook Version 2] [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] "I'm calling from in the house" That's what he said when the phone clicked off, and the gun co*ked back, and his brains blew out, and his b**h she laughed, poured a gla** Whispered "Baby make me shout" But she ain't screamin' no more because that dick up in her mouth Got pissed off, got pissed on Got pumped like a piston If Detroit got a b**h born To cut b**hes up From the wrist on And that's pimp sh**, when a hoe will k** Lube up with the blood to spill Can a crew f**? Yup, do tell Ain't no dirt she don't do well And they love the way she do it f**in' with lighter fluid b**h fire and oh she knew it Got that brain gonna make you stupid Then right when you gonna bust Take them vice grips to your nuts Crack them off from the wall to the window gon' be splattered with your goddamn guts In the sky like what God we trust k** for the money and k** for the lust k** or be a k**er f**er merely be a driller f**in' chill upon the billy with the bodies in the cut Yup Bag it, tag it, rub it down Ratchet, hatchet, cut it, drown A motherf**er till he make no sound Any true king gon' murder for the crown