A.N.G.B KD - Kill Em, Pt. 2 Lyrics

(Ain't no get back) Bitch, you gotta shoot first, nigga, its either you or him
I'ma start poppin' this dreads, gotta give his ass a trim
All these diamonds on my neck, make it look like that I swim
Nigga tryna touch my shit, made him run, this aint no gym
(Boom, Boom)
And if he diss, we gon' kill him, shot and miss, we gon' kill him
You with a bitch, we gon' kill him, and your homies finna feel em
My homie pissed, we gon' kill him, next on the list, we gon' kill him
He broke the script, we gon' kill him, that's a blitz, we gon' drill him
That's a blitz, it's automatic, it make you hit the floor
Hit his ass with 762s, cause he movin' slow
Ain't no knockin' when we at your crib, I'ma kick your door
We do homicides every week, like this shit a show
This ain't no joke, bullets goin' through his chest
Hit his homie in his head, he ain't even need a vest
Nigga send me all the drops, cause I gotta kill the rest
And if you ain't dead in a week, then your ass is probably blessed
They said kill him with my pipe, they said drill him, take his life
Kept him in his car too, he was gone before the night
Nigga showing props on live, it's too late for you to fight
I'm with Quincy, we gon' slide, he go' left and I go right
Bitch, you gotta shoot first, nigga, its either you or him
I'ma start poppin' this dreads, gotta give his ass a trim
All these diamonds on my neck, make it look like that I swim
Nigga tryna touch my shit, made him run, this aint no gym
(Boom, Boom)
And if he diss, we gon' kill him, shot and miss, we gon' kill him
You with a bitch, we gon' kill him, and your homies finna feel em
My homie pissed, we gon' kill him, next on the list, we gon' kill him
He broke the script, we gon' kill him, that's a blitz, we gon' drill him
I gotta set a hit nigga, that's a hundred bands
He a bitch, tellin' all that shit, snitchin' on your mans
Nigga actin' like we ain't kill his, homie, blood was on my hands
Your ass ain't no shit, you a hoe, we know you a fan
Get your mask and grab your pipe, cause we poppin' out that dark
The second that we catch a opp lacking, we gon' let it spark
I got blood on the floor, he was standin' at the park
Ain't no proof, I took your life, but your ass still got a mark
Bitch, you gotta shoot first, nigga, its either you or him
I'ma start poppin' this dreads, gotta give his ass a trim
All these diamonds on my neck, make it look like that I swim
Nigga tryna touch my shit, made him run, this aint no gym
(Boom, Boom)