J.R. Writer - He's A Killer lyrics

rate me

If you gonn hate, hate, I’m a straight great

You don’t know me, you’s a hater, you straight lame

Little homie, I’m a player on the cake chase

Yellow rollie with no make up, that’s a plain face

I’m hell high, they shell shock, once you stripes in the drop

That’s a shell top

Watch the cat floss, David Chappelle gwap

Drop a bag off, like what? like the bell hot

What you can tell I, stick to the plot

Spitting you not, that ain’t just an opinion I got

You throt, garbage, how you expect to get to the top

My first album I made over a millie for cotch

I’m hot, real talk, let’s pretend I ain’t the dip’s illest

Like I ain’t gone for flexing, blink for 10 minutes

Admit it, the kid spit it, my painting has been vivid, what else, wicked

Exquisite, while chasing them big digits, dig it

I’m an og with the glow, lot of new rappers

Got a little me in they flow, but it’s weak, I see it

You’s a little me and you know, I’m a beast

I will put a little me in your hoe, capisci

You’re hot as who? How is true

When I’ve been doing this since diplomat valium 2

You ain’t got a clue

And your bitch should get a job at suis, how I have her stripping

When I rendezvous

Start talking bout your jewelry, ridiculous,

You just start doing the district

Riss cliss, I done ran to more jewelry the slick wrick

You know what this would do to a toothpick? Huh?

I’ve been gone, pink dawn, hopping off a g5 with killa

Mink on, king kong, piff strong

If I need another toy, turn into big sean

I’ma need a bunch of boy

It’s fact, you cats ain’t a match

I used to do the trap, do rag full of crack

You mad cause you whack, who’s side of the mac

I will shoot you like hyke, you catch your relax

I’m a legend, truly be flexing

You should wear all black to my studio sessions

Stretching, stand on the check run, his beat is in his casket

I’m praying for the next one, writer!

Ah, talk my shit man, ah, Writer, ah

You’s as sick as who, quit the ridicule

Get me out of my zone will be a miracle

Leave your hottie at home, when I’m skipping through

Or she down to get boned, she predictable

And sickening, how I’m sick of them all of these middle men

And the way of them dividends

See a bitch I laugh, I’m Dominican

My bitch so bad, she need some discipline, sheesh!

Big old ass, I be swimming in, but fuck a wedding ring, I ain’t settling

Till the fedy bring better calls, better blings

Until then, I’m pedaling the medicine

Wyat cell everything, that’s why I sell everything

This easy work, you don’t see it, jerk?

I’m so sicker than y’all, the doctor see me first

Be alert, any time you creep the turf

I hit the wave gang if I wanna see you surf

Catch me on souther ave, bunch of mags

Couple hop out boys, but they ain’t jumping cats

Used to grill em, but I’ll get your brother tagged

Beat him up and kill him, he gonna need a punching bag,

Smart, that’s how I’m giving it up,

It’s a must, I’m tryina real hard to give any fucks, what the fuck

I heard you winning get you a truck, I shoot it in the air

Now you really living it up, nigga duck, why you acting hard?

You’s a brand new mastercard

Nigga you ain’t never catch a charge

Who can match with R, ...put your body in a box like the Avatar

Who said they clowning Jay, that’s what a clown would say

I’ve been around your way, I’ve seen around your way

Take them to church, today is the first

Catch me in the jax, when I’m finished laying this verse, word

In my retro jays, rollie match my golden black retro shades

No ceiling, know it’s Cadillac on blades

I be peeling, I guess I get a ...those pay

Hey, I drop the mike and I don’t wanna do this

I got niggas in the heights that will front a few bricks

Shit, niggas dead away, got a lot of shit to set straight

Can’t wait to drop my next tape, writer! Thunder!

Can’t fuck with me nigga, come fuck with me in the first place

What makes you think you can fuck with me now, huh?

Holler at me nigga, holler!