Killa Jay Park & Hit-Boy

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[Intro]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, yeah
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk

[Chorus]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceilin' (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick then I [?]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceiling (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick then I [?]

[Verse 1]
I'm braggadocious, why I'm leavin' all that humble shit (Ooh)
I don't feel human I might hop upon the mothership
A couple Insta' baddies with me I can cuddle with
I might have a lil' baby on some Gunna shit (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't Donald Trump, I ain't gotta pay for it (Nah)
Pussy make me stay for it, extend it, extra day for it
I gotta catch a flight, yeah, they pay for it
I'm makin' my way towards Hov' status, wait for it (It's the Roc)

[Chorus]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceiling (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick then I [?]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceiling (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick, then I [?]