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wannabe killers - lil crix & ytb fatt lyrics

[intro: lil crix]
(that n*gga nate crazy, okay, bet)
ayy
mm, mm, mm
(ayy, nyd, drop that sh*t, n*gga)
what i say, n*gga?

[chorus: lil crix]
ayy, all these so*tough*wannabe*ass k!llers, n*ggas ain’t k!lled sh*t
all these b*tches f*ckin’ for that skrilla, just cop a lil’ bit
thirty thousand right through tsa, crackers can’t tell me sh*t
n*ggas be actin’ like they hulk hogan ’til they get hit with that bl!ck

[verse 1: lil crix]
lie like i’ma wife her after i f*ck, she blocked the next day
nothin’ good for you if it isn’t (that’s what my grandma say)
givin’ choppers right back to the hood, feel like a turkey drive
told lil’ bro to think while he slidin’ ’cause this sh*t real life (yeah)
do a b*tch like you do in warzone, get his team wipеd
leave his head lookin’ likе spaghetti, so it’s no revives
i ain’t drop a tape, but if i did, could’ve went xxl
n*gga big and bad and hard*headed, get cracked like a taco sh*ll (boom)
they like, “crix, you up five hundred thousand, lil’ bro, stay out the hood”
do a background check, ask again, b*tch, i know i’m good
can’t smoke my opps, they stink and broke as h*ll, sh*t like onion powder
one of my k!llers don’t speak like shnitzel, the other don’t like chowder
[chorus: lil crix]
all these so*tough*wannabe*ass k!llers, n*ggas ain’t k!lled sh*t
all these b*tches f*ckin’ for that skrilla, just cop a lil’ bit
thirty thousand right through tsa, crackers can’t tell me sh*t
n*ggas be actin’ like they hulk hogan ’til they get hit with that bl!ck

[interlude: ytb fatt]
that n*gga got hit with that bl!ck, i been, uh, n*gga
that n*gga got
these n*ggas be hoes and b*tches, n*gga
these n*ggas ain’t did sh*t, n*gga
we really know the real about these n*ggas, n*gga
biggest sh*t blitz, n*gga, on jesus christ

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
when i hit the show, my sh*t be lookin’ like lil yachty crowd
in lil haiti with ktb, all you hear is, “zzz,” i’m outside
better not rev me up, yeah, i got b*ttons and everything else, i’ma tote it proud
drop that lo’, i want ’em dropped right now
did it sloppy, no need for a hospital gown
you can say whatever ’bout me
but make sure you say you can take out eight hundred thousand
you can say whatever ’bout me
but make sure you say you just bought a five*bedroom house
you can tell them folks whatever
make sure you tell them he got a pool in his background
i could tell you before this tour
on my own shows, i made three hundred thou’, on god
my mama up fifty thousand, on god
my brothers up fifty thousand, on god
n*gga, i just spent a hundred rose gold, could invest in housin’, on god
[chorus: lil crix]
ayy, all these so*tough*wannabe*ass k!llers, n*ggas ain’t k!lled sh*t
all these b*tches f*ckin’ for that skrilla, just cop a lil’ bit
thirty thousand right through tsa, crackers can’t tell me sh*t
n*ggas be actin’ like they hulk hogan ’til they get hit with that bl!ck

- lil crix ytb fatt lyrics

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