Juice Mob - Kill Lyrics

Motley so ill!
Man they asking "How it feel?"
Ima step up in the booth like I be fiending for a kill
For a kill!
Haha:)
I be fiending for a kill!
If you talking on the Zealot then my gang gon freeze you still
Ima pull up with the Juice Mob,
Get to bussin' and bussin' until we hit a mill yeah
We heating up!
We heating up!
No, this ain't a drill yeah!

Itty bitty light up the splify and then we toke Gritty kitty, she super pretty then Ima boast
Ima boast
Why she tryna do the most
Ima ghost
If she gonna ride with Motley then she gotta stack some toast

Knocked out like Pacquiao
I f*ck your bitch smack down
If I pull with the up the Cliquot just know you cant come round
Exposing your ignorance I see the cap now
That lil boy he talkin son got get your cap gown
Motley he a Zealot he cannot just back down

The drugs they be calling
The bitches be calling
I'm passed out on my floor I think I'm free falling

What's my life worth?
What's your life worth?

What's my life worth?
What's your life worth?

What's my life worth?
What's your life worth?

What's my life worth?
What's your life worth?