You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
You ain't no badman for me
You runnin your mouth, do you run these streets?
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
Boy I got macs that'll fuck yo head
You ain't a killa, you ain't a killa
And all I know is Glocks, Choppers, FN's
You boys vanilla, you ain't a killa
And I be so high that I walk on crib
My niggas gorilla, check what need bruh
And if its yo bitch I'm a fuck her friend
Cuz I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Have Gino come through yo crib
Guns get to shootin they a take yo head
And if its my money you'll end up dead
Bitch I'm a Glory Boy I'm about my bread
When it's time for war I'm about that lead
When its time for war you about dem feds
When its time to ride I'm about that red
I let the blood drip dry till your ass is dead ya fuck boy
You blood clot we shoot first, we don't miss
I'm on my pimp shit you already know this
I'm like King Lou, I don't kiss
Kiss the crown on my neck bitch no lips
EZ-MAC GBE, we the shit
Every day in the studio makin hits
Either that or it's back to the fuckin strip
Every day in the street, youngins playin tag
Fuck around and get touched, you in a body bag
I don't need nobody to body that
(?) to copy that
You could call us copycats
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
All my niggas came up from them streets
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
Try to cross me get whacked for cheap
My niggas got Glocks, FN's for heat
And we post in them streets for weeks
All we know is traps gotta make ends meet
And if you play me you get R.I.P
You ain't no killa or no deala
Take you down if you come shot with me
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
I'm Gino I'm from Front Street

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