Trippie Redd feat. Tadoe & Chief Keef – I Kill People

Lyrics “I Kill People” by Trippie Redd feat. Tadoe & Chief Keef

Ayy, what’s poppin’
You know how the f**k we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man
You hear me, man
We don’t rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bomin’ like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man
Let’s get it

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy, ill boy
N**ga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy, ill boy
N**ga need to find his chill boy
Fo’nem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah

Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up

Tote somethin’ illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock four-five, and it’s real lethal
B**ch, you know we fry, we really kill people
B**ch I’m with the gang, we catch a body gang
B**ch we gang bang off in the lobby man
Catch a n**ga lackin’, it’s a hobby man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man

Hit your block, we gon’ swerve s**t
In the trap, I’m posted with the birds b**ch
I don’t rap beef, what’s the words b**ch
N**gas sneak dissin’, lemme hurt

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy, ill boy
N**ga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy, ill boy
N**ga need to find his chill boy
Fo’nem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah

Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up

Everyone same side for lil bro
Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you think I went pro
I’m in the hood, bricks go
She show me her thong, Cisco
She’s high and ready to go
I’m hungrier than a hippo
Aim FN, how I get low

Got a new scope and it got zoom
And I’m in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the ‘Bach
And this b**ch got room
Magazine got colored shells
Half green, half blue

Smoking on that cookie
Someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don’t get hot
Young n**ga really from them blocks
Ayy p**sy, here we come
If you ready or not
I’m on probation but I tote Glocks
Walk through court, smelling like pot

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy, ill boy
N**ga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy, ill boy
N**ga need to find his chill boy
Fo’nem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah

Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Fo’nem tweaking, I’ma buss him up…

➤ Produced by OZ
Trippie Redd & Tadoe & Chief Keef 2018

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