Jay Park & Hit-Boy – Killa lyrics

[Intro]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, yeah
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk

[Chorus]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceilin' (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick then I [?]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceiling (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick then I [?]

[Verse 1]
I'm braggadocious, why I'm leavin' all that humble shit (Ooh)
I don't feel human I might hop upon the mothership
A couple Insta' baddies with me I can cuddle with
I might have a lil' baby on some Gunna shit (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't Donald Trump, I ain't gotta pay for it (Nah)
Pussy make me stay for it, extend it, extra day for it
I gotta catch a flight, yeah, they pay for it
I'm makin' my way towards Hov' status, wait for it (It's the Roc)

[Chorus]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceiling (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick then I [?]
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa (Killa, killa)
I'm stackin' bodies to the ceiling (Stackin')
I talk my shit, fuck your feelings (Fuck your feelings)
I take my pick, then I [?]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I ain't a mathematician, but I add it up
I ain't never ever substractin' nothin'
My girl lookin' so fly au naturale, make you cry like a bag of onion
Fuck them rappers on that ego shit, uh
Flex on me you need to eat more kid
Catch the bread and keep your head up
Tighten your belt up like ketosis
The first to do it, a whole gang of shit
If you don't know, you 'bout to find out
This is my shit you better sign out
I'm above the clouds, you on icloud
At your neck like python
Let me be like bygones
I'm the best rapper 'bout to change my name to Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, like woo