Video Killaz de Alan0 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alan0 - Killaz Lyrics

Killaz spray, yea killaz spray
Killaz spray, yea killaz spray
Killaz spray, yea killaz spray
Foxer comin' with the drip, but now its time for him to spit
I've been waitin' all this time with Killaz, askin' for a split
But man, I know you got the flu, cause you bitches got me sick
But do you really know the melody if you bitches are tricks
Wait.. where'd the beat go?

Aye bitch
Your back is back
I been feelin’ kinda groovy
See your girl, she a snack
Beat your boyfriend up
I feel like Slim Shady
Getting all em racks
And I got ya lady
Selling all these songs on my ipod touch
Ain’t new to the game
I’ve been on it to much
Tryna catch me slip
And I'll grab ya by the throat bitch
Call me light Yagami
Yeah I’ve got that death note

Got thе deathnote imma sign my fucking name
Chokе hold bitch
Who the fuck are you playing
.40 on my waist band bitch I am spraying
I empty 2 clips that’s me supersaiyan ay ayyyy
Tell me how it go
Pouring up fanta
I don’t fuck with faygo
Only sippin dirty sprite
That’s all that i know
Bitch who the fuck are you to tell me where to go
Ay ayyyyy
She throw it back
Like call her Nicky
Unbuck em up
Yeah its gon get sticky
She hella bad
Imma give her a hickey
Glock on my right hand
They call me biggy
Fucking em off
On my black cold beretta
Killing em off
Gotta get be better
Counting my money
Like call me trend setta
Show em some tricks
Imma make that bitch wetter

Aye you think we done?
What?
Nah, nah, nah, we just starting up homie
Aye you tryna pull up?
Lemme hit that verse
Counting all the money
Got em sticks in my bed
Aye you tryna fight?
You finna pull up dead
Switch lanes on my game
You’re a problem now
Bitch you better watch out
Cause your time is out
I be fucking on your bitch
I be fucking on your thot
She be screaming my name
And I make that ass drop
Like woah
Whos this bitch?
I don’t even fucking know ya
You think im rich?
You right
But imma just say nah, fuck
I got so much good luck
Your girl down bad
She just wanna fuck
She be steady on my dick
Call that hoe six flags
She wanna pass up all these bitches
You finna need a fast-pass

Aight I copped dat fast pass, shit came with a loaded choppa
Opposition talk a lot but but if they bangin', ain't heard nada
Imma take ya girl right from ya, drip her out wit' some new prada
And if you talk the wrong way, start prayin' to the holy fatha
Ok just popped a couple tags
And now I'm aimin' for ya dome
Go head and check that ring doorbell
I'm already in yo home
Yeah, the reason is me
Why you don't feel safe alone
Wait redact those last bars
Or else twitter be like woah, like woah