Kill Mode
Kill Mode

Deezo301 - Kill Mode Lyrics

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Kill Mode Lyrics

Yeah nigga, Deezo Three Oh Fuckin' One on this got damn track y'all already know how This shit 'bout to rock
This shit easy
Niggas do this shit, gotta make that shit weekly
Uh
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Aye
Aye
Aye
Damn
Yeah
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids (Yeah)
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi)
She too slutty (Slutty)
That’s my buddy (Buddy uh)
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter
I ain’t even tripping
Dunk on that hoe
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (Yeah)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator (Yeah)
Kill mode (Yeah)
Uh
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi uh)
She too slutty (Slutty uh)
That’s my buddy
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter (Nah)
I ain’t even tripping (Nah)
Dunk on that hoe (Yeah)
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (What)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator
Kill mode (What)
Murder on my mind
Went straight to the stu'
Shawty gotta ass
Bitch what it do
Hunnids on me blue
Everything new
Everybody tryna copy
Monkey see monkey do
Niggas talk bout how I’m vicious
I ain’t gotta dog but I still got bitches
Four girls kissing
Three hoes twerking
Two girls stripping
Last one got nervous
Bitch ass nigga still worried bout clout
Nigga drop your music stop running your mouth
So much money fuck around and lost count
Fuck that shit imma go ahead and round
To the next thousand
Keep on piling
I don’t give a fuck my nigga I’m wilding
Lost my balance tryna hold my cup
Nigga I’m lit in this bitch so what
Fuck
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids (Yeah)
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi)
She too slutty (Slutty)
That’s my buddy (Buddy uh)
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter
I ain’t even tripping
Dunk on that hoe
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (Yeah)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator (Yeah)
Kill mode (Yeah)
Uh
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi uh)
She too slutty (Slutty uh)
That’s my buddy
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter (Nah)
I ain’t even tripping (Nah)
Dunk on that hoe (Yeah)
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (What)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator
Kill mode (What)

Yeah nigga, Deezo Three Oh Fuckin' One on this got damn track y'all already know how This shit 'bout to rock
This shit easy
Niggas do this shit, gotta make that shit weekly
Uh
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Aye
Aye
Aye
Damn
Yeah
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids (Yeah)
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi)
She too slutty (Slutty)
That’s my buddy (Buddy uh)
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter
I ain’t even tripping
Dunk on that hoe
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (Yeah)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator (Yeah)
Kill mode (Yeah)
Uh
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi uh)
She too slutty (Slutty uh)
That’s my buddy
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter (Nah)
I ain’t even tripping (Nah)
Dunk on that hoe (Yeah)
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (What)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator
Kill mode (What)
Murder on my mind
Went straight to the stu'
Shawty gotta ass
Bitch what it do
Hunnids on me blue
Everything new
Everybody tryna copy
Monkey see monkey do
Niggas talk bout how I’m vicious
I ain’t gotta dog but I still got bitches
Four girls kissing
Three hoes twerking
Two girls stripping
Last one got nervous
Bitch ass nigga still worried bout clout
Nigga drop your music stop running your mouth
So much money fuck around and lost count
Fuck that shit imma go ahead and round
To the next thousand
Keep on piling
I don’t give a fuck my nigga I’m wilding
Lost my balance tryna hold my cup
Nigga I’m lit in this bitch so what
Fuck
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids (Yeah)
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi)
She too slutty (Slutty)
That’s my buddy (Buddy uh)
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter
I ain’t even tripping
Dunk on that hoe
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (Yeah)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator (Yeah)
Kill mode (Yeah)
Uh
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids
Ain’t talking Cudi (Cudi uh)
She too slutty (Slutty uh)
That’s my buddy
Just yesterday
Made 300 (300)
That don’t even matter (Nah)
I ain’t even tripping (Nah)
Dunk on that hoe (Yeah)
Deezo Blake Griffin
My neck cold (What)
My wrist cold (Yeah)
Terminator
Kill mode (What)

Writer(s): Shane Daniels
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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