KillJoy
[Intro: ASSASIN]
Yo, Eli what the fuck
Is this Glvck?
ASSASIN, grrah
Geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek
8OH, 8OH (Gang)
We gon' spin through the 'Bridge and leave 'em in the river
[Chorus: Rah Gzz]
Killjoy
When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy
See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy
Fuck the opps we gon' spin [?]
Give a fuck if he died, that's a drill boy
Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy
And I got a Glock, big noise
Ain't no Fiji, but her pussy get real moist
Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots
LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top
With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's
If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza
Oh that boy [?], some Zaza
Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's
Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars
Catch a [?] thеn I dip, holla
[Verse: 2 ASSASIN & Rah Gzz, ]
Free bro Pop Shotta,
Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'еm,
That's, that's a opp right there, we spot 'em
No Spottem, but n***a we got 'em
And I stick to the code like a locker
And her pussy so ugh, pasta
I tote me a knock like Ibaka
I'm a rebel, he shoot 'til the cops come
N***a empty them, showin' his taco
I got hollows for a n***a like Deebo
N***a dump that shit then we reload
Hope bitches don't look through that peep hole
Wet 'em up lil' n***a, no Nemo
Deuce-deuce and I score, that's a free throw
[Verse 3: Rah Gzz]
Deuce-deuce I'ma score no free throw
See me a opp, yeah them bullets get lethal
Get to kicking like Curry from 3 though
He got hit in this head, that's a cheat code
We gon' fuck on his bitch, tell her eat those
If we spin then I spin, that's my brother
With this .9 on my hip then I'm aimin' like butter
And bro got the .45
So we spinnin' all night tryna take more then four lives
We gon' spin wit' like four nines
[Verse 4: ASSASIN]
And gon' spin through the 3rd, you know that it's war time
She a baby, I need mine
Well see n***as is snitchin' so we calling 'em 6ix9ine
Free the guys doin' real time
The Rey' right there, bend that
Throw bullets, these n***as better catch that
Fuck fitted's, we aim for they dad hat
And they n***as still ain't get back
And all my opps they link, and bums
Like, when did yall really put on?
They droppin and droppin' these songs
Like when ya'll gon' put on?
(And all my opps they link, and bums
Like, when did yall really put on?
They droppin and droppin' these songs)
[Chorus: Rah Gzz]
Killjoy
When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy
See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy
Fuck the opps we gon' spin [?]
Give a fuck if he died, that's a drill boy
Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy
And I got a Glock, big noise
Ain't no Fiji, but her pussy get real moist
Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots
LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top
With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's
If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza
Oh that boy [?], some Zaza
Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's
Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars
Catch a [?] then I dip, holla
[Outro: Rah Gzz]
Free bro Pop Shotta
Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'em
We got 'em
Suck my dick
Don't come to my block in that fuckin' V' man
Ya'll know what's in the fuckin' coat
8OH, 8OH
Yo, Eli what the fuck
Is this Glvck?
ASSASIN, grrah
Geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek
8OH, 8OH (Gang)
We gon' spin through the 'Bridge and leave 'em in the river
[Chorus: Rah Gzz]
Killjoy
When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy
See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy
Fuck the opps we gon' spin [?]
Give a fuck if he died, that's a drill boy
Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy
And I got a Glock, big noise
Ain't no Fiji, but her pussy get real moist
Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots
LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top
With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's
If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza
Oh that boy [?], some Zaza
Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's
Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars
Catch a [?] thеn I dip, holla
[Verse: 2 ASSASIN & Rah Gzz, ]
Free bro Pop Shotta,
Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'еm,
That's, that's a opp right there, we spot 'em
No Spottem, but n***a we got 'em
And I stick to the code like a locker
And her pussy so ugh, pasta
I tote me a knock like Ibaka
I'm a rebel, he shoot 'til the cops come
N***a empty them, showin' his taco
I got hollows for a n***a like Deebo
N***a dump that shit then we reload
Hope bitches don't look through that peep hole
Wet 'em up lil' n***a, no Nemo
Deuce-deuce and I score, that's a free throw
[Verse 3: Rah Gzz]
Deuce-deuce I'ma score no free throw
See me a opp, yeah them bullets get lethal
Get to kicking like Curry from 3 though
He got hit in this head, that's a cheat code
We gon' fuck on his bitch, tell her eat those
If we spin then I spin, that's my brother
With this .9 on my hip then I'm aimin' like butter
And bro got the .45
So we spinnin' all night tryna take more then four lives
We gon' spin wit' like four nines
[Verse 4: ASSASIN]
And gon' spin through the 3rd, you know that it's war time
She a baby, I need mine
Well see n***as is snitchin' so we calling 'em 6ix9ine
Free the guys doin' real time
The Rey' right there, bend that
Throw bullets, these n***as better catch that
Fuck fitted's, we aim for they dad hat
And they n***as still ain't get back
And all my opps they link, and bums
Like, when did yall really put on?
They droppin and droppin' these songs
Like when ya'll gon' put on?
(And all my opps they link, and bums
Like, when did yall really put on?
They droppin and droppin' these songs)
[Chorus: Rah Gzz]
Killjoy
When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy
See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy
Fuck the opps we gon' spin [?]
Give a fuck if he died, that's a drill boy
Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy
And I got a Glock, big noise
Ain't no Fiji, but her pussy get real moist
Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots
LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top
With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's
If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza
Oh that boy [?], some Zaza
Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's
Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars
Catch a [?] then I dip, holla
[Outro: Rah Gzz]
Free bro Pop Shotta
Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'em
We got 'em
Suck my dick
Don't come to my block in that fuckin' V' man
Ya'll know what's in the fuckin' coat
8OH, 8OH