Conway the Machine - KILLA lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat & Logic] What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fu*k up" Pistol packin', never slackin', b*tch smackin' killer [Chorus: Juicy J] Posted with the gang, yeah, I'm posted with them killers She tried to steal from me, hope she know that I'm a killer Three-five in this Backwood, take this L, this sh*t gon' kill you Boy, you ain't no killer, nah, you ain't no killer Hoes got the price goin' up on that Gorilla I know real gorillas, drug dealers, and them killers Please don't hit my line unless you callin' for that killer Where I'm from, we some killers, whole gang full of killers [Post-Chorus: Juicy J] Get your shine on, get your shine on Get your shine on, shine (Ayy) Get your shine on, get your shine on Get your shine on, shine (Man, fu*k these ni**as, uh) [Verse 1: Juicy J] Hunt for lunch and dinner, no beginner, I'm a killer (Killer) These killers out here starvin', run up, take a ni**a dinner (Take it) Don't become a target out here flaugin' 'round them killers ni**a's just lost his life like that and they still ain't found the killer (Damn) Young ni**a started off hoopin' and grew up to be a killer (Mmm) I was out here servin', I was livin' off that killer (Migo) Move work like caterpillars (Pillars), blunt slow like caterpillars (Pillars) He real, I gotta feel him (Feel him), he stole, I gotta kill him (Kill him) Momma should've told you not to fu*k around with them killers (Mhm) Hoppin' up out the Range, pink ice, lookin' like Killa (Killa) Bucket full of ice, fill it up with some killer (They killer) Stop playin' with your life, you know damn well you ain't no killer (Uh-uh) We monsters just like Thriller (Thriller), we hangin' out the window (Window) I'm dangerous with a pistol (Pistol), be thankful if I miss you (Pow) We bangin', what's the issue? (Issue) This stainless sh*t gon' hit you (Hit you) The casket is gon' fit you (Fit you), you still wanna be a killer? [Chorus: Juicy J] Posted with the gang, yeah, I'm posted with them killers (Killers) She tried to steal from me, hope she know that I'm a killer Three-five in this Backwood, take this L, this sh*t gon' kill you Boy, you ain't no killer (Nah), nah, you ain't no killer (Hey) Hoes got the price goin' up on that Gorilla (Goin' up) I know real gorillas, drug dealers, and them killers Please don't hit my line unless you callin' for that killer Where I'm from, we some killers (Yeah), whole gang full of killers [Post-Chorus: Juicy J & Conway the Machine] Get your shine on, get your shine on Get your shine on, shine (Shine) Get your shine on, get your shine on Get your shine on, shine (Look) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] I got you lined up by that b*tch, now we slidin' with them sticks We gon' fire (Brr), we ain't got miss, until you die we ain't gon quit Catch me ridin' with my guy that up his fire and he gon' hit Pour that fire up in my styrofoam, I'm higher than a b*tch (Ah) b*tch, you know I'm gon' get mines, I'm gon' keep grindin' when I'm rich Had to run it up and buy me a few bricks (Huh?), I rock designer to my kicks Where your pistol, ni**a? Mines is on my hip I'm the Machine, see all the pressure I'm applyin' in this b*tch, rah (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Look, I know the move is in the dealers I know goons and I know killers, I know you is not no killer That's your b*tch? You should get her, she keep choosin', I'm gon' hit her (Ah, ah, ah) She keep lookin' at my jewels, she know I'm richer While your dudes is postin' pictures I be [Outro: Juicy J & Conway the Machine] Posted with the gang, yeah, I'm posted with them killers (Yeah)