What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
(Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa)

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 shit 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

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, fuck these niggas, uh)

Hunt for lunch and dinner, no beginner, I'm a killer (killer)
These killers out here starvin', run up, take a nigga dinner (take it)
Don't become a target out here flodgin' 'round them killers
Nigga's just lost his life like that and they still ain't found the killer (damn)
Young nigga started off hoopin' and grew up to be a killer (mh)
I was out here servin', I was livin' off that killer (migo)
Move work like caterpillars ('pillars), bust 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 fuck around with them killers (mh-mh)
Hoppin' up out the Range, pink ice, lookin' like Killa (Killa)
Cup full of ice, fill it up with some killer (that 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 shit gon' hit you (hit you)
The casket is gon' fit you (fit you), you still wanna be a killer?

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 shit gon' kill you
Boy, you ain't no killer (nah), nah, you ain't no killer (hey)
Hoes that 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 (hit me)
Where I'm from, we some killers (yeah), whole gang full of killers

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)

I got you lined about that bitch, now we slidin' with them sticks
We gon' fire, 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 bitch (ah)
Bitch, 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, nigga? Mines is on my hip
I'm the Machine, see all the pressure I'm applyin' in this bitch, ah (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 bitch? You should get her, she keep choosin', I'm gon hit her
She keep lookin' at my jewels, she know I'm richer
While your dudes is postin' pictures I be

Posted with the gang, yeah, I'm posted with them killers (yeah)

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Writer(s): Demond Price, Jordan Houston