Meekz – Killin’ Off Lyrics

Meekz – Killin’ Off Lyrics

So niggas hit me like, “What you on?”

I’m probably cuttin’ pebbles or stockin’ nettles
Or playin’ with some other devils on other levels
Trap champs, I need medals
I lost more money than some bust down bezels
I still love the nasty with the dark brown freckles
Free my nigga, Senime Scotty, I made treble
I got the lions bumpin’ like Neville
Boondocks baby going crazy, I’m a rebel
They had me putttin’ noodles in the kettle

I’ve got cake like Eccles
You ever seen a cat try and pin and hit a vessel?
Fightin’ for his life tryna wrestle
When I’m rappin’ somethin’ special, I could never settle
Push rock and cop heavy metal
I gotta do it for the ghetto
I popped out like, “Hello”
Niggas get the MO, that’s what I call a demo
Over thousand meetings with plugs in my semo
Shit, I must’ve made a killin’ off of caffeine and Beno
No comment, N-O, MO

Must’ve made a killin’ of B’s
Having instant JD made a killin’ of Meekz
Now I make a killin’ when I’m killin’ off beats

And niggas robbed their own niggas, shit’s real in the streets
Shit’s real on the road
Free my hitter P Wizzy, made a milli’ of crows
Yo, tell me, “Slow down”, I made a killin’ off clothes (It’s alright, I made a killin’ off phones)
Them man are old and going broke and puttin’ shit up their nose
Their ain’t nothin’ for free, can’t give them the flows
Lil’ bitch wantin’ dick, she probably give me the dose
But I ain’t sittin’ with hoes, ask the women I know
I gotta kick down doors, no one gave me the code
But my lyrics are cold, I got that shivery tone
Argh, I made a killin’ off crack
It’s all right, I made a killin’ off rap
Three years sittin’ down, I can’t chill on my back
The worst thing I ever did was chill in my trap
And flashbacks keep bringin’ them back
Them missed calls, I ain’t ringin’ it back (I’m puttin’ money on my back)
Why I’m swingin’ the flag?

Must’ve made a killin’ of B’s
Having instant JD made a killin’ of Meekz
Now I make a killin’ when I’m killin’ off beats
(Then niggas hit me like, “What you on?”)

I’m probably cuttin’ pebbles or stockin’ nettles
Or playin’ with some other devils on other levels
Trap champs, I need medals
I lost more money than some bust down bezels
I still love the nasty with the dark brown freckles
Free my nigga, Senime Scotty, I made treble
I got the lions bumpin’ like Neville
Boondocks baby going crazy, I’m a rebel (They had me putttin’ noodles in the kettle)

I’m like Meekz, bro, I won’t stop, can’t stop