
License To Kill DJ Kay Slay (Ft. Big K.R.I.T., Big Tray Deee, Gunplay, Sammi J & Trae tha Truth)
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[Intro]
(License) This is my shit right here
(To kill) What's up Kay Slay? Drama King
Hah, King to his craft
(What's it gonna be, License to kill)
Big shouts to Gunplay, Trae The Truth
(What's it gonna be) Big KRIT
(Boy keep it real) Big Tray Dee, License to kill
Come on! (Gunplay)
[Verse 1]
Gloves and mask, slugs and cash
Four five and rounds, make you climb the ground
Homicides, mamma's and cries
Preying on the racknid coward, demise
Niggas riding dirty, they shower this ride
Never celebrate, it's a promise to God
If I get it up, to my homies, promise top ride
Hop out with that stick, that's a proper surprise
Niggas get they dropping, when that copper go flying
Am all about that action, just ain't rocking no rhymes
Fold out rifle, looks like Optimus Prime
Transforming thugs to a pussy a times
Caught a body, celebrate with some cush and some wine
Cancelled your options, all that's left is pallbearers and boxes
Took his breath, left him bluer than Oxys
Ain't a killer if you never, went through with the process
(License) This is my shit right here
(To kill) What's up Kay Slay? Drama King
Hah, King to his craft
(What's it gonna be, License to kill)
Big shouts to Gunplay, Trae The Truth
(What's it gonna be) Big KRIT
(Boy keep it real) Big Tray Dee, License to kill
Come on! (Gunplay)
[Verse 1]
Gloves and mask, slugs and cash
Four five and rounds, make you climb the ground
Homicides, mamma's and cries
Preying on the racknid coward, demise
Niggas riding dirty, they shower this ride
Never celebrate, it's a promise to God
If I get it up, to my homies, promise top ride
Hop out with that stick, that's a proper surprise
Niggas get they dropping, when that copper go flying
Am all about that action, just ain't rocking no rhymes
Fold out rifle, looks like Optimus Prime
Transforming thugs to a pussy a times
Caught a body, celebrate with some cush and some wine
Cancelled your options, all that's left is pallbearers and boxes
Took his breath, left him bluer than Oxys
Ain't a killer if you never, went through with the process
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