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Killin Time Video (MV)






Quality Control and Lil Yachty - Killin Time Lyrics
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(Earl on the beat)
Hmm, yeah
Migo Gang, Boat Gang
Young nigga come out the house with twenty chains, ten rings (yup)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang) Stupid!
(Gang)

Uh, uh, uh (okay)

Step on the pedal, my dog out the kettle
Real diamonds cover up all of the metal
Send out my men, turn your wife to a widow
Come through yo' window with charms and extendos
We not friends, gang, kinfolk
I'm in Virgina, for real, Norfolk
Run to the bag, y'all new niggas is slowpoke
Bro in the car, not for fun, but the gun tote (aye)
Lil Yachty flyin' so cool that your son rope
Beat on your bitch, break her back 'till it's no more
Richer than most, take a trip in a G4
I'm goin' crazy, Barkley, CeeLo
I'm in a ocean, rockin', steamboat
Got this lil' bitch, suckin', deep throat
Stay with my brothers, Michael, Tito
Shoutout my slime, what's up Cito?
I slap right (shake, shake, shake, shake, shake)
Okay

(Hey) switch out my cars like I switch up my bitches (switch it)
She pop a bar and she suck out my kids (ooh)
I dropped the top off the coupe (woo)
Girls gone wild 'cause I'm flashin', all titties (boo)
Fifty on the pinky, that's a pretty, pretty penny (penny)
Hit 'em with the stick, might get her Lyfe Jennings
Trappin' out the bando when the windows all tinted (tinted)
What you say? Hit 'em with the 5 'fore he finish (what you say?)
Drippin' in diamonds, VVS's (water)
Smokin' on cookie from nexus (cookie)
Boogets they cut through my fleshes (boogets)
We go retarded, dyslexic (retarded)
Catch him when he gettin' off the exit (brrp, brrp, brrp)
Hit your bitch ran with her, it's a pick six
All gang, the gang on blitz shit (gang)
I got the white and the brown, that's a mixed bitch (mixed bitch)
White grits on the right and the left wrist
Pop shit, we gon' add you to the hit list (brrp)
Chopper get the popper spittin' like it got a lisp (pew)
Then continue while you niggas like the activist (hey)

Running through the money, tryna break the bank
Right wrist water, and my neck like a fish tank
When I'm on the block, big bank take lil' bank
Sippin' on the drank double cup, no Kool-Aid
And we takin' shots at a nigga, like 2K (pew, pew)
Pimpin' straight drop out the pot, no deuce day (straight drop)
Lost my top, tryna find it on the freeway
Run the money up with my team like a relay
Jump in the coupe do a drag race (drag race)
These niggas going out the sad way (sad way)
Do no talkin', lets see what the MAC say (what the Mac say?)
A whole lot of blue faces, no sad day (cash)
In the garage it look like a dealership (skrrt)
You can't get in my gang need a membership (gang)
Too much money involved, you can't interfere (can't interfere)
And I'm sippin' on syrup, not no Benadryl (no Benadryl)

Stupid
Yeah
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(Earl on the beat)
Hmm, yeah
Migo Gang, Boat Gang
Young nigga come out the house with twenty chains, ten rings (yup)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang) Stupid!
(Gang)

Uh, uh, uh (okay)

Step on the pedal, my dog out the kettle
Real diamonds cover up all of the metal
Send out my men, turn your wife to a widow
Come through yo' window with charms and extendos
We not friends, gang, kinfolk
I'm in Virgina, for real, Norfolk
Run to the bag, y'all new niggas is slowpoke
Bro in the car, not for fun, but the gun tote (aye)
Lil Yachty flyin' so cool that your son rope
Beat on your bitch, break her back 'till it's no more
Richer than most, take a trip in a G4
I'm goin' crazy, Barkley, CeeLo
I'm in a ocean, rockin', steamboat
Got this lil' bitch, suckin', deep throat
Stay with my brothers, Michael, Tito
Shoutout my slime, what's up Cito?
I slap right (shake, shake, shake, shake, shake)
Okay

(Hey) switch out my cars like I switch up my bitches (switch it)
She pop a bar and she suck out my kids (ooh)
I dropped the top off the coupe (woo)
Girls gone wild 'cause I'm flashin', all titties (boo)
Fifty on the pinky, that's a pretty, pretty penny (penny)
Hit 'em with the stick, might get her Lyfe Jennings
Trappin' out the bando when the windows all tinted (tinted)
What you say? Hit 'em with the 5 'fore he finish (what you say?)
Drippin' in diamonds, VVS's (water)
Smokin' on cookie from nexus (cookie)
Boogets they cut through my fleshes (boogets)
We go retarded, dyslexic (retarded)
Catch him when he gettin' off the exit (brrp, brrp, brrp)
Hit your bitch ran with her, it's a pick six
All gang, the gang on blitz shit (gang)
I got the white and the brown, that's a mixed bitch (mixed bitch)
White grits on the right and the left wrist
Pop shit, we gon' add you to the hit list (brrp)
Chopper get the popper spittin' like it got a lisp (pew)
Then continue while you niggas like the activist (hey)

Running through the money, tryna break the bank
Right wrist water, and my neck like a fish tank
When I'm on the block, big bank take lil' bank
Sippin' on the drank double cup, no Kool-Aid
And we takin' shots at a nigga, like 2K (pew, pew)
Pimpin' straight drop out the pot, no deuce day (straight drop)
Lost my top, tryna find it on the freeway
Run the money up with my team like a relay
Jump in the coupe do a drag race (drag race)
These niggas going out the sad way (sad way)
Do no talkin', lets see what the MAC say (what the Mac say?)
A whole lot of blue faces, no sad day (cash)
In the garage it look like a dealership (skrrt)
You can't get in my gang need a membership (gang)
Too much money involved, you can't interfere (can't interfere)
And I'm sippin' on syrup, not no Benadryl (no Benadryl)

Stupid
Yeah
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Writer: Earl Isaac Bynum, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Miles Parks McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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