Hey KK! -
serial killer (feat. prod.NSNoda)
I've been doin' better, huh
Broke my heart I let her huh
She a serial killer, body count like 50 niggas, yeah
Add an extra zero lately, I've been feelin' bitter, yeah
Her daddy got mad at her, like, why you love a nigger, huh
Life been getting clear, huh
Why I'm really here, huh
I'm supposed to talk about the, bitches, that don't really care
I can call them out by name, but that ain't really fair
Girl, you know just who you are, this shoe for you to wear
Trade that hoe for racks I don't wanna be alone, I'd rather have a bag
Ain't no future left for us, so you can have the past, yeah
I deleted all your pics and blocked your social, yeah
Said I'm wishin' you the best, girl, I ain't mean it, yeah
You left my heart on the floor, it was bleedin' out
I feel like I'm MJ, tell that bitch to beat it, yeah
Tell that hoe to take a hike, I don't need her, yeah
Baby, that's a lie, really miss the late nights
Not all of the fights, laughing on the face time, huh
She a pretty little hoe, but the worst type
Pretty face, ugly soul, you the worst kind
You the worst, yeah
I've been doin' better, huh
Broke my heart I let her huh
She a serial killer, body count like 50 niggas, yeah
Add an extra zero lately, I've been feelin' bitter, yeah
Her daddy got mad at her, like, why you love a nigger, huh
Life been getting clear, huh
Why I'm really here, huh
I'm supposed to talk about the, bitches, that don't really care
I can call them out by name, but that ain't really fair
Girl, you know just who you are, this shoe for you to wear
Broke my heart I let her huh
She a serial killer, body count like 50 niggas, yeah
Add an extra zero lately, I've been feelin' bitter, yeah
Her daddy got mad at her, like, why you love a nigger, huh
Life been getting clear, huh
Why I'm really here, huh
I'm supposed to talk about the, bitches, that don't really care
I can call them out by name, but that ain't really fair
Girl, you know just who you are, this shoe for you to wear
Trade that hoe for racks I don't wanna be alone, I'd rather have a bag
Ain't no future left for us, so you can have the past, yeah
I deleted all your pics and blocked your social, yeah
Said I'm wishin' you the best, girl, I ain't mean it, yeah
You left my heart on the floor, it was bleedin' out
I feel like I'm MJ, tell that bitch to beat it, yeah
Tell that hoe to take a hike, I don't need her, yeah
Baby, that's a lie, really miss the late nights
Not all of the fights, laughing on the face time, huh
She a pretty little hoe, but the worst type
Pretty face, ugly soul, you the worst kind
You the worst, yeah
I've been doin' better, huh
Broke my heart I let her huh
She a serial killer, body count like 50 niggas, yeah
Add an extra zero lately, I've been feelin' bitter, yeah
Her daddy got mad at her, like, why you love a nigger, huh
Life been getting clear, huh
Why I'm really here, huh
I'm supposed to talk about the, bitches, that don't really care
I can call them out by name, but that ain't really fair
Girl, you know just who you are, this shoe for you to wear
Credits
Writer(s): Hey Kk
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