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Killa season chords by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Verse 1
Em
(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D- Rok)
Uh, heh, I say, like, every night,
I be wanting to talk to you, God
Shit, I just, I just keep my mouth
closed though, man
Bible right by my-
Talk to 'em, alright, look
Verse 2
Em
Bible on the floor right by my feet,
this as I speak
I ain't never happy, I'm evil as fuck,
the only reason you see me cheese
C
Em
This ain't no Trackhawk, I'm in G,
baby, and I'm bumpin' Peep
C
Em
With a PTR layin' on my seat,
these pussy niggas wanna murder me
'Bout my fetti, yeah, that green
Ooh, keep dead men with me
C
Em
Hold on, check out how I'm ski
Diamonds on my neck,
took 'em out my teeth
C
Em
Come inside my set,
niggas say they want beef
Bah, face put on a tee, yeah
I just want my way, soon come my day,
this shit fucked up I can't sleep
Nigga say YB, I'ma call Rahbee, who? Dump,
he gon' call lil' Dump
C
Em
He just wanna kill somethin' 'bout my fuckin' name,
you gotta act like that you dumb
C
Em
Let the window down hangin' out with a drum,
bitch, he just aim that bitch and dump
C
Em
Got the whole clique hit,
I think they said it was a massacre where I'm from

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Verse 3
Em
Nighttime alone, talkin' to my soul,
huh, I'm with demons
On 5, runnin' down,
shootin' that fire with a mask on
C
Em
They a lie, they say they seen him
Yeah, you talk that shit,
you'll get your soul gone with no meaning, bitch
Fast slide in that ride, we ain't slow creepin',
time to get even
Hold on, I create that killin' season,
I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keaton,
made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I be with that shit that's real unheard of,
Youngboy do shit dirty
Pop out with that thirty, leave one murdered,
C
Em
bitch, I come from swervin'
C
Em
Black Sheep, that's who slidin' in that
'Burban with a dirty thirty
NBA, we been a fuckin' army
and I ain't enroll in service
AI, boy, I'm real fuckin' zombie,
kill you in front your mommy
Better not say nothin' 'bout me,
C
Em
this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami
Verse 4
Bitch, I'm real slimy, you want all the problems,
go ask my baby mama
C
Em
Her mama know just about me, they claim they saw me, bitch,
C
Em
I'm stuck on house arrest
Get that shit up off your chest, pussy
C
Em
Real vet, I ain't no fuckin' rookie
C
Em
Nigga don't get me pissed, I'll take some pics,
C
Em
go to shootin' in central booking
Switch on back,
give 'em all the whoopin'
C
Put a hole in his face with
Em
all that lookin'
Bitch, I'ma toot that branch every time
my grandma whooped me
Yeah, yeah
Daylight, nighttime, talk to dead
C
Em
Bitch, I love to leave out red
Try to run, take off all your legs
Hole in one, shot in your head
Demon baby,
it's corpse I'm fed
Thuggin', bitch, it's fuck the feds
Shoot up the house, hope that I get lucky,
C
Em
leave your brain on side the bed
Uh, uh, better watch way you talk,
C
Em
fuck around, get your life took
Uh, uh, YoungBoy, YoungBoy, baby,
I don't like them
Verse 5
Em
Nighttime alone, talkin' to my soul,
huh, I'm with demons
On 5, runnin' down,
shootin' that fire with a mask on
C
Em
They a lie, they say they seen him
Yeah, you talk that shit,
you'll get your soul gone with no meaning, bitch
Fast slide in that ride, we ain't slow creepin',
time to get even
Hold on, I create that killin' season,
C
I'm the reason for them murders
Em
He try to run, this one for Keaton,
C
made that pussy boy jump hurdles
Em
I be with that shit that's real unheard of,
Youngboy do shit dirty
Pop out with that thirty, leave one murdered,
C
bitch, I come from swervin'
Em
Black Sheep, that's who slidin' in that
'Burban with a dirty thirty
NBA, we been a fuckin' army
and I ain't enroll in service
AI, boy, I'm real fuckin' zombie,
kill you in front your mommy
Better not say nothin' 'bout me,
Outro 1
this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami
Em
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