3 s Killshot Lyrics[Intro]
Killshot, yeah
Look, uh!
We gon’ bring the gang out
(Yeah) money in our face now
Check it

[Verse 1]
.45 to his neck I have him stressed out
Cold-hearted, guess that’ll teach him to poke his chest out
So much (loud) you probably hear us from the next town
Fuck around, you talk to me crazy y’got a mess now
Look at how we do ‘em this ain’t even fair (Yeah)
Told you I’m a problem, you been well aware
Gang in this bitch don’t give a fuck about the other side
Man, you can’t get in my castle cause it’s been fortified

[Verse 2]
Killshot, I do not miss
Double sticks like a (height sights) levelled to the twins (?)
Get a glimpse of the enemy ain’t lettin’ them exist
Ain’t a decorated (...) invented who I’m is
No safety, heaters spit, cheetah print bullets get to paintin’
See 'em (head) leave ‘em with the demons or the angels
The reason this here is we don’t need ‘em hangin’ (?)
I’m barely even aimin’, I’m motherfuckin’ dangerous
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Clutchin’ on my piece burnin’ steel hot
Point blank that’s a motherfuckin’ killshot (RAH!)
That’s a motherfuckin’ killshot

[Verse 3]
Killshot...
If you really down to ride you gon’ really have to prove
A couple killers on my side, I say the word they get to shootin’
No confusion in my mind I see the dream and they illusions
I’m in overdrive you ain’t my vibe I keep it move up
I'm just runnin' on your streets, grab a meal then I'm plottin'
I was gettin' to the steel if you feel what I’m knockin’, chrome!

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