Killumbus Lyrics

[Intro]
On God
Tryna lay somthin' dead, gang, gang (Ayy, boy Stxnk, you hard)
Tryna lay somethin' dead (Timmy Da HitMan)

[Chorus]
Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin'
All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin'
Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead
Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop two Percocets, I'm off the meds
Talking tough won't get you shit but dead
Like, f*ck that, f*ck what you said
I get way too out my body, out my head, yeah, yeah
Don't come tell me lil' folks with the feds like that ain't your mans
Told the opps come see 'bout me, they scared
I sip codeine 'til I can barely feel my legs
They let him out and it's 'bout time to drop that bread
Baby, don't get scared, this was all part of the plan
He seen we slid the door back on that van, he ran
Red dead, crack his egg, yeah, yeah
Let's see can he run without no legs
Why the f*ck he playing?
I pop one more Perc', I might go fed, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin'
All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin'
Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead
Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead
Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm off of a whole lot of drugs in this bitch If he tweaking, I might get to buggin' and shit
Who the f*ck is you mugging and shit?
Put a hole in your muffin and dip
I can't go out like Tip
You know exactly where I live
But you ain't gon' shoot up the crib
'Cause Young Beezo get hit, you get killed
Nigga, know what it is, ayy
House arrest, I still ran up a mill'
Ask me how do I feel, yeah, yeah
Blue come on all of the bills
Yeah, bitch, and I ain't with none of that other shit
You can call me Killumbus when I hit your block
Niggas die every time I discover shit
Me or none of the guys on that funny shit
We get on dummy, that dummy shit
Hundreds shots in your stomach, a ton of shit
And the opps in the crib, they on punishment
You better watch who you running with
Fifty shots out the Draco, astonishin'
Ain't your lil' homie dead?
I heard he got shot in the head
Don't get buried under him
And them streets made for me, we be running them, ayy
[Chorus]
Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes comin'
All them guns on your IG, you better shake somethin'
Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead
Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin' dead
Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh
Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna—
Grrt, boaw-boaw-boaw

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