Killa

Song: Killa

Artist: Jay Park/Hit-Boy

I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, yeah

Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk

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'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'm braggadocious, why I'm leavin' all that humble shit (Ooh)

I don't feel human I might hop upon the mothership

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 days 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)

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'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)

Yeah

I ain't a mathematician but I add it up

I ain't never ever substractin' nothing

My girl lookin' so flawless, she gon' make you cry like a bag of onion

Fuck them rappers on that ego shit, uh

a whole gang of shit

If you don't know, you 'bout to find out

This is my shit you better sign out

I'm above the clouds, you on iCloud

At your neck like python

Let me be like bygones

like woo