Killer (feat. Jack Harlow & Cordae) - Remix

[00:00.60] (Killer) Yeah

[00:02.34] I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)

[00:06.37] Made all this money from doin' this {Yeah, look}

[00:07.61] D.a. got that dope

[00:09.12] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

[00:11.64] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

[00:13.89] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

[00:16.40] Earn it just to burn it, swag drip—

[00:18.15] I used to rock a toboggan

[00:19.65] Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady

[00:21.91] Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'

[00:24.41] I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby

[00:26.66] Tryna fiancé me, I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)

[00:30.68] I'm on a song with my idol

[00:32.18] I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title

[00:34.44] I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels

[00:36.95] I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle

[00:39.45] I take this shit to the cleaners

[00:41.20] 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor

[00:43.70] She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner

[00:45.95] Called the front desk and asked for a steamer

[00:47.96] I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer

[00:50.21] I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars

[00:52.97] She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper

[00:55.73] Same kid just a bit sleeker

[00:57.47] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

[01:00.23] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

[01:02.48] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

[01:04.73] Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh)

[01:06.49] They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?"

[01:09.75] Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous

[01:11.50] Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic

[01:14.51] Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension

[01:17.01] I held my position in any situation that's needed

[01:19.52] This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated

[01:21.77] I see the impact of all my creations increasin'

[01:24.02] My step in time with these Pantheons, it was all was divine

[01:26.77] I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line

[01:29.03] And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed

[01:31.54] A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch

[01:34.30] All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit

[01:36.80] A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'

[01:39.05] I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with

[01:41.31] I manifest nothing less than the best outcome

[01:43.81] Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga

[01:46.32] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

[01:48.57] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

[01:50.82] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

[01:53.08] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

[01:55.58] My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict

[01:57.84] I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it

[02:00.59] But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered

[02:02.84] When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror

[02:05.35] If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?)

[02:07.60] We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate

[02:10.10] 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup)

[02:12.37] I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate

[02:15.37] Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?)

[02:17.87] But I think your thottie just thought of me

[02:19.12] She got a body and bottom like Cardi B

[02:20.13] And she be stalking me like I was broccoli

[02:21.37] I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy

[02:22.64] You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy

[02:25.03] It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first

[02:27.53] Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours

[02:30.03] You bum-bum, look at your broke ass (Yeah)

[02:32.05] It's why you're a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah)

[02:34.30] Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes "Hadoo"

[02:36.55] Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (Yeah)

[02:39.06] Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)

[02:42.57] But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you

[02:44.82] Homicides up the wazoo

[02:46.31] Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)

[02:49.57] Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool

[02:52.08] Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you

[02:54.33] Got a castle with a solid gold floor

[02:55.58] No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor

[02:56.84] Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for

[02:58.09] You don't wanna fuck around and start no war

[02:59.09] Twenty more years, I could probably go for

[03:00.34] Just like your lip and you got a cold sore

[03:01.60] My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes

[03:02.59] You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch)

[03:04.10] Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?

[03:05.10] Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me

[03:06.35] I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia

[03:07.61] The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia

[03:08.86] You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous

[03:10.11] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is

[03:11.36] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon

[03:13.67] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet

[03:15.94] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?

[03:17.45] I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah)

[03:18.70] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?)

[03:20.96] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep

[03:23.46] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD

[03:25.72] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat

[03:27.97] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny

[03:30.72] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning

[03:33.00] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

[03:35.46] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

[03:37.71] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

[03:39.96] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

[03:42.21] Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

[03:46.22] Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)