Killin a Sport Lyrics

[Intro]

M-M-M-Murda



[Chorus]

All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores

All this goddamn Dior, I'm that lil' nigga these hoes adore

I'm thumbin' through all of these bands, bitch, I'm the man, turn your good girl to a whore

Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complain, leavin' his brains on the floor

My nigga he a shooter, got two turn Rugers, tryna up the score

Pop a nigga Medulla for the mula, he come kick down doors

Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser and show no remorse

My nigga don't got no future, he fucked up, he think killin' a sport



[Verse]

Pull up, pop an opp, and skrrt off in a 'Rarri

I ain't tryna fight, Glock kick, Jeff Hardy

Jack bought a TEC to come shoot up your party

Flip off the flesh, could kill everybody

Cream Dior all over my body

Fuckin' a barbie that look like Cardi

Diamonds on ice, got my wrist playin' hockey

Shining real bright, it be easy to spot me

Yeah, it be easy to spot me

Racks comin' in, it's gon' be hard for you to stop me

Niggas mad that they not me

Built an empire, would've thought I was Ghazi

But nah, lil' bitch, it's Jack from the projects

Splitting bread with the gang, ain't nobody stop me

Where the opps? I ain't satisfied 'till them niggas see death

I tote big fire, I swear I don't need help

Ridin' with the strap, I ain't talking 'bout seatbelt

Big fire on my lap, I ain't sleepin' 'till this shit dealt with

You niggas jump out then get killed quick

I don't wanna talk, wanna get you zipped

I don't wanna talk, wanna get you flipped

Roll 'em up in a cigar

I'm swinging that steel like guitars

Then she left my heart with scars



[Chorus]

All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores

All this goddamn Dior, I'm that lil' nigga these hoes adore

I'm thumbin' through all of these bands, bitch, I'm the man, turn your good girl to a whore

Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complain, leavin' his brains on the floor

My nigga he a shooter, got two turn Rugers, tryna up the score

Pop a nigga Medulla for the mula, he come kick down doors

Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser and show no remorse

My nigga don't got no future, he fucked up, he think killin' a sport