KILIMANJARO

Let's get it (Slatt) It's a Kilamanjaro That means we pull up to your spot, And we pop off They know what I did I hit at the squad, I did what I did Hop off the kid Make like pump fake, and don't cap on the kid Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday You gon' get punted (Dead on a Saturday) That was a warning, next one won't be I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji I want, all this green, like Luigi Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ Come and blitz, I'ma hit it, they don't see me I'm poppin' your lid, I did what I did (Hit at the top) Not messin' with mid, She top me like wig (Not messin' with mid) Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch (Victor Von Doom) Von Doom, Vic, grrah-ta-ta (Victor Von Doom) Come here bih, rub my belly (Rub my tummy) Come here bih, rub my belly (Rub my tummy) Come here bih, rub my belly Yeah, yeah Hit at your man and you mourning She up on the wood, like morning Like the Devil, I'm a star, like morning On the move, like I'm touring I did it, without warning She dig it, make it her miss' I did it, no need for sorry's Get jiggy, lit as a titty I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin' I'm trap, trap-trap-trap-trap up at the top She clappin', she clap it, she clap Lightskin bitch with the Jap' This Asian be mixed with the black I'm fallin' in love with that I'm messin' with leaves and wax Milds, not fallin' for that She fallin' in love, whenever she see me If you were the one, you would believe in me If you were the one, you wouldn't decieve me If you were the one, I know you needed me They know what I did I hit at the squad, I did what I did Hop off the kid Make like pump fake, and don't cap on the kid Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday You gon' get punted (Dead on a Saturday) That was a warning, next one won't be I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji I want, all this green, like Luigi Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ Come and blitz, I'ma hit it, they don't see me I know you don't see me She up on my peepee I got the free lean You know that it's rare, this is Wock' I'm not Tussin' Rat-at-ta-tat your nap sack Black filled backpack I told the bitch to make like Travis, And jack my cactus, slatt R.I.P. Freiza, I'm outting these monkeys They goin' out sad, they goin' out bad Get snatched out back, we takin' your hat (Take that pussy nigga wig) They goin' out sad, get hit with the clap I'm hittin' the laps, I'm shuttin' down traps (She so bad, she so bad, she so bad) They know what I did (Dead on a Saturday) That was a warning, next one won't be I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji I want, all this green, like Luigi Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch Von Doom, Vic, rat-tat-tat Come here bih, rub my belly Come here bih, rub my belly Come here bih, rub my belly Yeah, yeah