Killers In YungLiV
"Killers In" by YungLiV, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the harsh realities of life. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance against adversity, showcasing YungLiV's personal battles and triumphs. Unique elements include a heavy bassline and introspective verses, contributing to its impactful message. The song resonates with listeners facing similar challenges, reflecting contemporary urban culture.
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
(Turn me up Trad)
Ayy, we pull up and we send hot shit
(Yall fuck with Dre Banks)
[Chorus]
Bad lil' freak got bitched, gon' give that lo' or we gon' send it up
Stay 'bout what you said, when we person, don't start bitchin' up
Dumbass dropped the diss and still got hit, they must ain't get enough
Put forty on my wrist, six on my fit, and still got Glizzy tucked
We used to this, late shootouts, Drac' and dripped, I scuffed my Louis kicks
Keep that backdoor closed, can't have them callin' like "Your son a vic'"
I know they want me dead, back on my head, but still ain't catching shit
Put one foot in the door, this bitch won't close, I brought my killers in
[Verse]
Gohead, pop off first, he gettin' adressed by one my hittеrs
22 shots and Benji comin' through, throwin shots out the rental
Wе take rappers chains after they bounce the song and send it
I put that bag on top yo' head and have your lil' bro get up with you
And I already got too many links on, I ain't tryna link with no niggas
I already came in with my savages, I ain't tryna hang with yo' killers
All this X get me defensive, that call spin twice, won't think to flip
He put his hands up, strike a pose, and ate them shots from out that semi
I ain't gotta paint no image for these bitches, why? 'Cause I'm that nigga
The opps be slidin', but still don't make no difference, why? 'Cause they just missin'
If I fuck twice, she might be 'ight, but that don't mean the guys can't hit her
These niggas dissed bro for some likes, and ran and fell when folks got with them
My auntie caught me out there late night shootin' backshit, only with me
Can't end up no statistic, we wrap shit up, early Christmas
The way this Glock go back and fourth, we bound to catch up when I get him
Everyday we light shit like the forth, and we ain't just decorate the pistols
Uh, uh, uh
(Turn me up Trad)
Ayy, we pull up and we send hot shit
(Yall fuck with Dre Banks)
[Chorus]
Bad lil' freak got bitched, gon' give that lo' or we gon' send it up
Stay 'bout what you said, when we person, don't start bitchin' up
Dumbass dropped the diss and still got hit, they must ain't get enough
Put forty on my wrist, six on my fit, and still got Glizzy tucked
We used to this, late shootouts, Drac' and dripped, I scuffed my Louis kicks
Keep that backdoor closed, can't have them callin' like "Your son a vic'"
I know they want me dead, back on my head, but still ain't catching shit
Put one foot in the door, this bitch won't close, I brought my killers in
[Verse]
Gohead, pop off first, he gettin' adressed by one my hittеrs
22 shots and Benji comin' through, throwin shots out the rental
Wе take rappers chains after they bounce the song and send it
I put that bag on top yo' head and have your lil' bro get up with you
And I already got too many links on, I ain't tryna link with no niggas
I already came in with my savages, I ain't tryna hang with yo' killers
All this X get me defensive, that call spin twice, won't think to flip
He put his hands up, strike a pose, and ate them shots from out that semi
I ain't gotta paint no image for these bitches, why? 'Cause I'm that nigga
The opps be slidin', but still don't make no difference, why? 'Cause they just missin'
If I fuck twice, she might be 'ight, but that don't mean the guys can't hit her
These niggas dissed bro for some likes, and ran and fell when folks got with them
My auntie caught me out there late night shootin' backshit, only with me
Can't end up no statistic, we wrap shit up, early Christmas
The way this Glock go back and fourth, we bound to catch up when I get him
Everyday we light shit like the forth, and we ain't just decorate the pistols
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