Cut Em Off KILLY

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[Intro]
(Jaegen on the beat)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Articuno on my wrist, so I'm flyer
Rocking the runway attire (Ooh)
My youngin a shooter for hire
Pop up on 'em, Michael Myers (Fire, fire, yeah)
Came out the belly of the beast
Bloody the diamonds on my teeth (Yeah, teeth)
Thirty mg, I'ma geek
Never, ever been a geek, yeah (No, no)
I'm with my whoadie so I'm with whatever, no matter the weather I'm rollin'
Three secret letters on top of the totem (What?)
I charge fifteen for a sixteen bar opеn (What? Yeah)
Walk in the room and I capture thе moment (Yeah, yeah)
Bro got a broom to sweep all our opponents
Hate when I flex, call me KILLY Hulk Hogan
One in the head even when I'm recording (Fire, fire, fire, fire)
[Chorus]
Issey Miyake, it covers my hands
With all three of my eyes I be watchin' my back
I caught a snake and severed its head
Cut 'em right off, they exist in the past
Never had luck, not relying on chance
Showed so much love that I never got back
Stuck in the race, I'm not doin' no laps
I'm not coming in last, I'ma buy the whole track