KILLA Softwilly, do not resurrect & Chills (Ft. ​isaacwhy)

[Intro]
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
AV with that drip, ho

[Verse 1: do not resurrect]
Runnin' 'round this bitch with a grip, sight, scope
Welcome to the lyrics of a real psycho
Pull up to your block, seven bullets in the Glock
Let his body fucking drop, to the pits I go
When I mark you bitch, you won't laugh it off
I send a rocket, click it and you blastin' off
I’m in the black abyss
You been a bastard though
So I'ma wrap my fist
And then I crack your dome
I'm fuckin' brutal, whatchu got buddy, headshots
I'll put a bullet in your knot buddy, red sauce
Finna show you what I got, better back off
Nigga pull up with the racks up
Hacksaw, blam some
Feelin' like I'm top ten
Flip the body, gotta hit 'em with a MAC-10
Ain't nobody fuckin' movin' when I rack that
Headed to the back, finna put him in a sack
Let him rot 'til he half dead