
K I L L I N G YouSane (Ft. XANAKIN SKYWOK)
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[Intro: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
I’ll shoot it, bitch nigga, I’ll do it (What, who?)
I’ll shoot it, bitch nigga, I’ll do it (Oh)
Bust fools, I’ll fucking round two it (Yeah)
Who, boy?
Who, boy?
Bitch
Skywok
[Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
I’ll shoot it, bitch nigga, I’ll do it (Yeah)
Bust fools, I’ll fucking round two it
Who boy, I’ll leave him out coolin' (Ya)
Fuck with ya, I rather bust niggas
Oh boy, fuck niggas piled up
Style up, nigga, I'ma wild up
I’m up, pussy got me fried up
I’m up, nigga got me riled up
[Verse: YouSane]
Xanakin, why you so violent?
I just stitched a nigga mouth, nigga be quiet (Shhh)
Shot him in his stomach and put him on a diet (Hey)
I'ma therapist, these bullets need guidance (Hey)
Took his brains off, have me looking like a pilot (Argh)
Shit still the same, I’m still with the violence (Ayy)
Elevate a nigga, have him thinking 'bout science (Ayy)
Knife to the head, professional stylist
Holes in his shirt with the scrеam like a pirate
Bullets load thе scope, you ain’t leaving Long Island
YouSane and Xanakin, shooting in a tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G
I’ll shoot it, bitch nigga, I’ll do it (What, who?)
I’ll shoot it, bitch nigga, I’ll do it (Oh)
Bust fools, I’ll fucking round two it (Yeah)
Who, boy?
Who, boy?
Bitch
Skywok
[Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
I’ll shoot it, bitch nigga, I’ll do it (Yeah)
Bust fools, I’ll fucking round two it
Who boy, I’ll leave him out coolin' (Ya)
Fuck with ya, I rather bust niggas
Oh boy, fuck niggas piled up
Style up, nigga, I'ma wild up
I’m up, pussy got me fried up
I’m up, nigga got me riled up
[Verse: YouSane]
Xanakin, why you so violent?
I just stitched a nigga mouth, nigga be quiet (Shhh)
Shot him in his stomach and put him on a diet (Hey)
I'ma therapist, these bullets need guidance (Hey)
Took his brains off, have me looking like a pilot (Argh)
Shit still the same, I’m still with the violence (Ayy)
Elevate a nigga, have him thinking 'bout science (Ayy)
Knife to the head, professional stylist
Holes in his shirt with the scrеam like a pirate
Bullets load thе scope, you ain’t leaving Long Island
YouSane and Xanakin, shooting in a tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G
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