Kill Shit Lyrics - Lil Bibby

Aye Bibby, let's kill shit broski. Whatchu wanna do? 

(It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit 

Ima come around and clean that shit up) 

Lets get it 

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide 

When it's drama time run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin 

Leave his loved ones all traumatized 

One-fifty I'm really wit' it, I'll drop his ass and then forget it 

I'm the man round my side of town, might see a bitch and forget I hit it 

Lil Bibby on the track with me, one mistake and he clap fifty 

When I hit the scene hoes go insane 

Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit' me, 

No velcro but the strap wit' me let a nigga wanna act silly 

I'mma let it off and then leave him there, ride off and don't even care 

Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out, got a couple trues I don't even wear 

In the game bitch I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't even there 

Lil Herb boy I doos this, leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit 

And I make bands like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool shit 

But now it's back to some killa shit, got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch 

Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin', thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit 

I never run cause I stay to fight, I'll cook a nigga like steak and rice 

And it's hella real in the battlefield, gangbang gotta pay the price 

Hit a nigga with the forty fifth, bet it make his ass do forty flips 

M-O-B I don't love a ho, Ima be this way 'til I'm forty six 

Matter of fact 'til a nigga die, smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry 

And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a nigga lie 

Never snitch on a nigga dry, yea that's how a nigga die 

Got a young bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck and fuck if I get her high 

If I do the dash then my whip will fly, foriegn shit what a nigga ride 

I ain't never sneezin' let a nigga try, got the nine rutger on a nigga side 

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Lil Bibby, no limit yea 

I'm all about that sack bitch, my young niggas they clap shit 

Let the mac spit, we whack shit 

Weezy in that cut 

With that nina that's that black bitch 

Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cuz' man I got this 

Shootin' shit, Hittin' shit 

Four five extended clip 

Y'all be on that snitchin' shit 

And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit shit, we wit' the shits, I'm Focused on gettin' rich 

M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch 

Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin' shit 

Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it 

Hit it wit' the fork, straight drop no shorts 

Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse 

Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack 

Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that 

And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill shit 

You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this 

And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit 

Nobody never gave me shit 

Like "Bibby hop on this remix" 

"That's five hundred, no free shit" 

Cause I'm hot 

And I do this shit for my block 

I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top 

Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop 

R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few blocks 

Fuck a few thots 

I need two mill, might seem like a lot but I spit straight drop 

So its really not, my team gon' eat, R-I-P to police 

Fake niggas don't speak, cop killers in the heat 

Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski 

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