Goin In 4 The Kill

I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand

Ya'll niggas need a co-sign homie
I'm the gold mine
Montana Johnson when it's showtime
Nigga pass the ball
Make a call watch me go in for the kill
I was stuntin' on you corny
Niggas way before the deal
Fast money, fuckin' hoes
Flippin' work call me flip
Rap niggas all diesel
Homie probably a script
See the black van packed up ski masks
Black gloves
Four niggas mashed up, get a nigga wrapped up
I did it like a boss, fuck a hand-out
Room full of centers, I'm a stand-out
Now I gave 'em no choice got
The coke-boy shit planned out
Hundred-fifty Spider all tanned out Montana
(Montana)

I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand

Listen, for all my dope-boys up
Over them pots mixin'
New on the block chasin' hot vixens
Gettin' money, right? Well do your thing
Shorty the drama messy
I send some niggas to clean for me
They leave the scene spotless I
Like my V's topless the hoes talk about me
See I'm the trendin' topic
See the riot's that gang, and ya'll know that
That break it up and give it to the strip
You know I'm on that
I'm stickin' to the format
Never catch him slippin'
Like I'm stickin' to the floor mat
So these niggas could fall back
I toss some money in the sky
And watch it trickle down
Came a long way from the P's
Take a look at me now

I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand

Keys to the Beamer Beamie take the top off
Did ya'll watch the fumes come
Out like a genie?
That's the Sour power can't kill me, bitch
Love when I'm high, cause my eyes look dreamy
Four-fifth chrome
That'll leave your dome steamy
Custom made Lenscrafters still
Couldn't see me flip, pimp, and crack dough
I roll the O, you pop the Ex tick tack-toe
Send my condolence
Give him hope for best wishes
They hate cause they bitches ride
My stick like witches
Nowadays niggas fraudulent
Frontin' all gimmicks
In the game they all the same
Might as well get a mimic
Order to your dog, UPS with deliverance
My man in the can gettin' green like spinach
We'll be like Popeye the sailorman
Yeah, Cheeze ya dealin' man
They spinnin' on the top, like ceiling fans

I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand