[Lyric] Kill Hill (Bamm Costello)

[Chorus]
They say I got anger issues
Cause i don’t like to be fucked with
But you know i mind business
Always in the cut with it
I don’t really fuck with y’all
But the vibe I fuck with
I ain’t got the time to hang
Cause the trap jumping
If you only knew the truth
I’m a real maniac
All this death drove me crazy
I just want my niggas bacc
I remember bacc in school
When i was selling good gas
Jumped the fence to go home
I stopped stealing hall pass
God, why my niggas dying?
Got me feeling upset
I don’t know what’s what
And I don’t know what’s next
Homie, I don’t trust you
You be moving suspect
I’ll cross a nigga out
Like math was the subject
[Verse]
If a nigga run up on me, ima leave him where he standing
Hollows flying through his body, got em looking like he dancing
In my mind, we just fuccin
In her mind, we romancing
In my mind, she ain shit!
In her mind, she think she fancy

I am not a normal nigga
(Mexican is what i am)
Ima dog in a hat
(Eating blue eggs & ham)
Catch me speeding through the hood
(In a stolen trans am)
Fucked the bitch so good
(She yelled out damn bamm)
Before I ever go commercial, i’m go take a different route
They way I’m shitting on you niggas, I need more toilets in my house
I heard the pussy nigga snitching, put some stitches on his mouth
They should’ve told the stupid nigga what lil Bamm was all about

[Bridge]
If his phone turnt off
I can still call him out
If the bitch gassed up
I can still stall her out
I am not a normal person
So don’t treat me like I’m one
I ain’t gotta tell you bout me
Cause the streets know what i’ve done done
[Chorus]
They say I got anger issues
Cause i don’t like to be fucked with
But you know i mind business
Always in the cut with it
I don’t really fuck with y’all
But the vibe I fuck with
I ain’t got the time to hang
Cause the trap jumping
If you only knew the truth
I’m a real maniac
All this death drove me crazy
I just want my niggas bacc
I remember bacc in school
When i was selling good gas
Jumped the fence to go home
I stopped stealing hall pass
God, why my niggas dying?
Got me feeling upset
I don’t know what’s what
And I don’t know what’s next
Homie, I don’t trust you
You be moving suspect
I’ll cross a nigga out
Like math was the subject