South Strip, Pouya - KOTA

Hey, hey Born to kill for this shit, ay Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill All gas, no brakes, pop off, propane White girl, cocaine, caked up nose rangs, uh I remember chillin', doin' hoodrat shit with friends These niggas my children, I don't wanna make amends Underground Underdogs finna pop shit like confetti Locked and load, we set it off, I had to get my blicky ready Ho, before I die, I hope that I can reach a million subs You and I, our lives are really fuckin' juxtaposed That bitch been obsessed with me, to me, she just a stupid ho Always tryna call a nigga on a bunch of different phones I'm with Shwinnis, not Joe Biden Fuck that ho, she lyin' Keep that pipe on me, got iron He got canceled, that boy lyin' Oops, I just put the juice in my veins, I'm not Bruce I just feel like Bane, put the pain in the booth Suicide Cobain, blow my brains out the roof She a freak, tie her up, she got turned on by the noose I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill I was sixteen, I was sellin' that dope Night job shift, had me wipin' those floors I was sellin' them eighths in the middle of my break Got a lot on my plate, but you know how it go She said it's fate, I said, "Like, baby, I'm feelin' the same way, but look at the odds" She wanna play, I just want vacays and couple of babies [?] I need my plate, I keep my family locked and I'm lovin' my girl, no menages Push came to shove and that shit was just whoopin' my ass, now I'm tryna push shit just to start Pushin' that shit 'til this limit, my limit been limitless Just cop me the stimulus I be running away, but I cannot get into that (Shh, hush) So, baby, cut into this Thirty in my 40, I got two, them jawns akimbo Caught your homie goin' in his crib, then turned him to indo K clip curl look nice as fuck when spittin' out my window Twenty nickels hit his face, now they keep askin', "Where his sense go?" Blood all on his kinfolk, oops, it's on a lil' opp bitch Known for catchin' fades with everybody, 'cause I don't got picks Eli Manning with the package, known to make rock flip Shwinny pull up from a distance, no Ben Simmons, I will not miss (Shh) I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real I'm somethin' like a role model, I feel like Uncle Phil (Yuh) I just popped a pill, I'll let you know how I feel Bitch, I'm spinnin' like Yoshimitsu, I'm drinkin' like I had gills Back pockets stuffed with bills, got me dancin' like Eddy Gordo Strippers beggin' me for photos 'cause I look so fuckin' gorgeous (Yuh) She sucked my dick and now she feel like she important Yeah, my whip imported, bitch, you know I could afford it I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill Shit, like, for real Let's go Fuck 'bout what you heard, yeah Strip