Killer (Remix) (feat. Jack Harlow & Cordae)

(Killer) Yeah

I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)

Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look)

​D.A. got that dope

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drip—

I used to rock a toboggan

Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady

Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'

I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby

Tryna fiancé me

I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)

I'm on a song with my idol

I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title

I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels

I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle

I take this shit to the cleaners

'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor

She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner

Called the front desk and asked for a steamer

I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer

I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars

She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper

Same kid just a bit sleeker

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh)

They say my killing's horrendous: How he still in the business?

Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous

Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic

Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension

I held my position in any situation that's needed

This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated

I see the impact of all my creations increasin'

My step in time with these Pantheons, it all was divine

I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line

And lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed

A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch

All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit

A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'

I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with

I manifest nothing less than the best outcome

Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict

I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it

But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered

When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror

If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?)

We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate

'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (yup)

I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate

Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III

But I think your thottie just thought of me

She got a body and bottom like Cardi B

And she be stalking me like I was broccoli

I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy

You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy

It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first

Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours

You bum-bum, look at your broke ass

It's why you're a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass

Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes Hadoo

Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof

Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued

But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you

Homicides up the wazoo

(Chain) Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)

Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool

Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you

Got a castle with a solid gold floor

No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor

Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for

You don't wanna fuck around and start no war

Twenty more years, I could probably go for

Just like your lip and you got a cold sore

My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes

You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)

Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?

Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me

I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia

The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia

You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous

But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is

East side till I die, bitch, I will rep till the end like a chameleon

Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet

How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?

I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat

Till the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down till I'm six feet deep

Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep

She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD

I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat

So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and you corny

Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (killer)

Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold-blooded (killer)