Killy Look At What We Started
[Verse 1: SEGA]
Look at what I started, came up from the bottom
Roll around with models, but my circle filled with monsters (Rrr)
How he keep his neck cold, need a coat in August (Bling blow)
Broski got the Benzo, Sport , that's full throttle (Rrr)
Broski just touched, but he said need to cool for a bit
But he need to get back to the trap
Only put trust in my kin and my twin
If I'm getting cropped out then they spinning right back
Prayin' the Lord forgive for all of my sins, I'm thinking 'bout sinning again
Gotta ignore all of these niggas who claim they my friends, stop with the cap
I should have known all of them niggas, just take a look at the scars on my back
I can't afford to have no confrontation, I can't conversate with a nat
I can assure you if you invest all your bread you'll double and make it right back (Cash)
I can employ you, put that on my brudda's kids, my opps never held up a stack (Yeah)
[Verse 2: KILLY]
Here's how my day started (Yeah)
My flight just departed (Yeah)
Got a hole up where my heart is
Not a saint, this not New Orleans
Got everything I've earned
Came up from the dirt (Dirt)
They can't see me hurt (Hurt)
Just watch my money twerk (Twerk)
Shit is deeper than the surface, for twin I'll go berserk (What?)
Put a reaper in her Birkin, that's years up in her purse (Yeah)
Still mixing with the purp' (Yeah)
They can't see me hurt (Hurt)
Came up from the dirt (What?)
Just tell me what it's worth (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: SEGA, KILLY]
Got a natty off the molly
Top flyer, Jeff Hardy
Turn the bedroom to a party
Crash the coochie, kamikaze (Boom)
Man, shout out to my twin, man, look what KILLY started (Yeah)
Got some demons wearing Arcy
Could make ratchet bitches Barbies
[Verse 4: KILLY]
Got one arm 'round the money, can't nobody tell me nothing (Woo)
We was running 'round them buildings, in and out of different gutters
Different models, put 'em under (Yeah)
Diamond lighting, wrist on thunder (Woo)
Swear the only place I never did no show is a tundra
Let me talk my shit (Swoo)
Bottega all on my bitch (Swoo)
I don't ever sip tris (Swoo)
But designer drugs I mix (Swoo)
I know bro won't switch (Yeah)
But bro roll with a switch (Grr)
That's three points to your head (What?)
And Kill la Kill with the assist (Haha)
