Killer Trae tha Truth (Ft. JasonMartin & J. Stalin)

[Hook]
All I smoke is killer, all my hoes is killer
All my clothes is killer, half my bros is killers
All I smoke is killer, all my hoes is killer
All my clothes is killer, half my bros is killers
That’s killer (wut?) killer (wut?) killer
Killer (wut?) killer (wut?) killer
That’s killer (wut?) killer (wut?) killer
Killer (wut?) killer (wut?) so die nigga

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
I’m the king of the streets, you niggas know how it goes
My money too tall, you better get on yo toes
You niggas loving these bitches, I’m out here fuckin these hoes
I got gorillas and choppas, bitch you ain’t fuckin with those
Just had a mote in my city, I told er to close
You lil nigga from Texas, so I’m tellin my foes
Give er the riddle rip tile, left open those doors
If a nigga wanna get famous I get him exposed
I’m a crew with the truth, yea everything killer
Take it to the hood, better then than the gorilla
Nig risk two chains, everything tilla
Yo bitch mad cuz a nigga don’t feel er
Pimp shit high, game lsate night drilla
G might burn yea I stay triller
Great on drink, Ross going off killer
So many whips, Dre should’ve been the deala
Everything get me garage it’s on me
I’m a G nothing, my type nigga that yall be
This ain’t say nothing like something that yall see
If I in the sir, so nigga what do you call me?
First class on a nigga, take that bitch
I’ll walk in the club and take that bitch
I only go in the club to throw racks bitch
If I ain’t in the hood I’m in sax bitch