Killa Season Video (MV)

(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D-Rok)
Uh, heh, I say, like, every night, I be wanting to talk to you, God
Shit, I just, I just keep my mouth closed though, man
Bible right by my-
Talk to 'em, alright, look

Bible on the floor right by my feet, this as I speak
I ain't never happy, I'm evil as f*ck, the only reason you see me cheese
This ain't no Trackhawk, I'm in G, baby, and I'm bumpin' Peep
With a PTR layin' on my seat, these pussy niggas wanna murder me
'Bout my fetti, yeah, that green
Ooh, keep dead men with me
Hold on, check out how I'm ski
Diamonds on my neck, took 'em out my teeth
Come inside my set, niggas say they want beef
Bah, face put on a tee, yeah
I just want my way, soon come my day, this shit f*cked up I can't sleep
Nigga say YB, I'ma call Rahbee, who? Dump, he gon' call lil' Dump
He just wanna kill somethin' 'bout my f*ckin' name, you gotta act like that you dumb
Let the window down hangin' out with a drum, bitch, he just aim that bitch and dump
Got the whole clique hit, I think they said it was a massacre where I'm from

Nighttime alone, talkin' to my soul, huh, I'm with demons
On 5, runnin' down, shootin' that fire with a mask on
They a lie, they say they seen him
Yeah, you talk that shit, you'll get your soul gone with no meaning, bitch
Fast slide in that ride, we ain't slow creepin', time to get even
Hold on, I create that killin' season, I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keaton, made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I be with that shit that's real unheard of, Youngboy do shit dirty
Pop out with that thirty, leave one murdered, bitch, I come from swervin'
Black Sheep, that's who slidin' in that 'Burban with a dirty thirty
NBA, we been a f*ckin' army and I ain't enroll in service
AI, boy, I'm real f*ckin' zombie, kill you in front your mommy
Better not say nothin' 'bout me, this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami

Bitch, I'm real slimy, you want all the problems, go ask my baby mama
Her mama know just about me, they claim they saw me, bitch, I'm stuck on house arrest
Get that shit up off your chest, pussy
Real vet, I ain't no f*ckin' rookie
Nigga don't get me pissed, I'll take some pics, go to shootin' in central booking
Switch on back, give 'em all the whoopin'
Put a hole in his face with all that lookin'
Bitch, I'ma toot that branch every time my grandma whooped me
Yeah, yeah
Daylight, nighttime, talk to dead
Bitch, I love to leave out red
Try to run, take off all your legs
Hole in one, shot in your head
Demon baby, it's corpse I'm fed
Thuggin', bitch, it's f*ck the feds
Shoot up the house, hope that I get lucky, leave your brain on side the bed
Uh, uh, better watch way you talk, f*ck around, get your life took
Uh, uh, YoungBoy, YoungBoy, baby, I don't like them

Nighttime alone, talkin' to my soul, huh, I'm with demons
On 5, runnin' down, shootin' that fire with a mask on
They a lie, they say they seen him
Yeah, you talk that shit, you'll get your soul gone with no meaning, bitch
Fast slide in that ride, we ain't slow creepin', time to get even
Hold on, I create that killin' season, I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keaton, made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I be with that shit that's real unheard of, Youngboy do shit dirty
Pop out with that thirty, leave one murdered, bitch, I come from swervin'
Black Sheep, that's who slidin' in that 'Burban with a dirty thirty
NBA, we been a f*ckin' army and I ain't enroll in service
AI, boy, I'm real f*ckin' zombie, kill you in front your mommy
Better not say nothin' 'bout me, this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami