CUMMIN OFF KILLS Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Yeah, lemme get in tune wit' it yeah
It's on there, it's on that bitch
Most def
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I get way too high to go and trust one of these bitches (Yeah)
I start popping pills and think I got like six senses (Yeah)
Riding for my niggas no discussion, play position
Fucked around and fell off before I fell in love wit' one of these bitches

[Verse 1]
In a California 'Rari riding 'round here like set trippin'
Feeling like I'm sent by God the way he keep blessing all of my niggas
My ATL bitch likе her legs front and the Glock got an еxtension
Love to talk but ain't gon' say nothing if she get pulled over with them switches (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She like Gucci, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, spoiled as hell
Bitch want a trip to Cabo on the third day of the motherfucking year
Know I'm gon' pop my shit and talk my shit but you know how it is
I'm probably gon' make it happen just to make it happen 'cause I'm that nigga for real

[Refrain]
You know I'm comin' off kills
You know I'm comin' off kills (Yeah, yeah)
You know I'm comin' off kills
You know I'm comin' off kills (Yeah, yeah)
Finger fuck the trigger 'til it start spitting you know when that is (Yeah, yeah)
Shave the bitch head, go Jada Pinkett, I slapped her like Will (Yeah, yeah)