GlokkNine – Kill Kill (Official Music Video)

Lyrics “Kill Kill” by GlokkNine

Boolin’, hell nah I ain’t coolin’
My n**ga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless
Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit
Simon said get ’em, blues clues left ’em clueless

Why they call me Nine, shawty nine on that new s**t
I ain’t talkin’ nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V’d up, don’t get caught up in that woo s**t
B**ch I’m double K, murder kill, that’s the movement

I got the bat in case he run with that, call me a running back
I drop wood like a lumberjack, keep on playing that
Headfirst all off in the sack, this a man, not a hat
And if I took it, you ain’t gettin’ it back
Lil Nine, I’m bored with Jacksons

Told me oops, now she feelin’ that, my d**k all in her back
It’s a choo choo, beat it off the tracks, I can’t lay up with that
I’m a motherf**king miniman, thuggin’ in the stand
Jit the ball, runnin’ to them bands, goin’ Super Saiyan
I’m ballin’ on and off the court but I’m above the rim
Remember aggravated battery, still in it for attempt

I can’t let ’em take my life so I’m speedin’, tryna get him
And lil nina got a d**k so it’s f**k all that s**t you hear
I’m rolling with A double F, can’t forget the N
And the A be for all, F for family, no friends
With my back against the wall, who to call once again
I done been through it all, can’t you tell how I spit

Boolin’, hell nah I ain’t coolin’
My n**ga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless
Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit
Simon said get ’em, blues clues left ’em clueless

Why they call me Nine, shawty nine on that new s**t
I ain’t talkin’ nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V’d up, don’t get caught up in that woo s**t
B**ch I’m double K, murder kill, that’s the movement

Spin your block, murder kill kill, I gotta kill him
I keep screaming free my n**ga who in the system
Framed him, ain’t no picture, I really miss him
Can’t keep fallin’ victim, keep missing Christmas
I was rollin’ off a jigga, d**k in her liver

He coppin’ pleas with them n**gas, more stripes than Tigger
I need the brand new baloney, pay up, you owe me
I keep a shooter, no Ginobili, he goin’ Kobe
But I be ballin’ like I’m Scotty, he off a molly
Lil bruh just geekin’ out his body, I pumped the shotty

They yellin’ run Ricky run, now I quit, now I bust gun
I had done took a little time off, I piped out, no fun guy
Okay so now they count me in, they want me winnin’
I got some n**gas, boy they love me, pull up, no Huggie
She just want my fungi, she want to hug me
I had to pass her to Lil OG, he in her tummy, ayy

Boolin’, hell nah I ain’t coolin’
My n**ga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless
Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit
Simon said get ’em, blues clues left ’em clueless

Why they call me Nine, shawty nine on that new s**t
I ain’t talkin’ nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit
Cousin V’d up, don’t get caught up in that woo s**t
B**ch I’m double K, murder kill, that’s the movement…

➤ Produced by Gelato
Album: Bloodshells Revenge
GlokkNine 2018

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