Killumantii Google Maps Lyrics
Google Maps by Killumantii
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Bitches can't fuck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest bitch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
Fuck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign shit like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You bitches lost, had Google Maps
[Verse 1]
I take off the Louis V shades so I can see who really fuckin' with me
Thought you said I never was gon' be shit then why I'm dominatin' every city?
And why your bitch payin' to come see me
Fuck errybody that's against me
I want all the smoke like a chimney
Hit on top of hits I got plenty
And I'm out to murder niggas' ghostwriters
Put this heat to his hair like a blowdryer
Pull up to his stu' in all black attire
Can I step aside and set that bitch on fire?
When I drop shit, bet they fuckin' with it
Used to call me broke 'cause I was late to get it
I was on my boss shit at the night shift
While you was on your knees suckin' dick to get it
Diamonds dancin' on my pinky with it
If it ain't come from Louis, you won't see me in it
Got the foreign and they can't see me in it
And I stay with bills like I'm Mrs. Clinton
Google "boss bitch," what's the definition?
But I keep poppin' up, call it repetition
Man, take that jersey off, play your position
Make hoes disappear, then kill a magician
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Bitches can't fuck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest bitch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
Fuck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign shit like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You bitches lost, had Google Maps
[Verse 2]
Turn the volume up in this bitch
Start a riot up in this bitch
Better crank this motherfucker so loud
That the speaker's blow in this bitch
How you mad 'cause I'm gettin' rich?
Middle fingers to whoever switch
Fuck your system up, I'm a glitch
And I heard your new shit, it make me itch
But bitches ain't fuckin' with me, so
I swear it up, 'bout to delete
The only tracks you hoes every tear up
Is them tracks you got glued in your wheat
Flow sick as fuck, I need meds
Like the Advil, I'm at they heads
Heard everythin' these hoes said
Drop the skull emoji 'cause I'm dead
My pockets green like backdrop
Told 'em holla at me when the facts drop
I'm the franchise, you the mascot
Tell 'em quit starin', take a snapshot
I'm the bigger picture, go connect the dots
They don't think I see them when they scheme and plot
Tired of babysittin', yeah, I'm finna stop
All these hoes my kids, but I don't adopt
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Bitches can't fuck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest bitch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
Fuck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign shit like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You bitches lost, had Google Maps
Ooh, ooh
Bitches can't fuck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest bitch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
Fuck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign shit like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You bitches lost, had Google Maps
[Verse 1]
I take off the Louis V shades so I can see who really fuckin' with me
Thought you said I never was gon' be shit then why I'm dominatin' every city?
And why your bitch payin' to come see me
Fuck errybody that's against me
I want all the smoke like a chimney
Hit on top of hits I got plenty
And I'm out to murder niggas' ghostwriters
Put this heat to his hair like a blowdryer
Pull up to his stu' in all black attire
Can I step aside and set that bitch on fire?
When I drop shit, bet they fuckin' with it
Used to call me broke 'cause I was late to get it
I was on my boss shit at the night shift
While you was on your knees suckin' dick to get it
Diamonds dancin' on my pinky with it
If it ain't come from Louis, you won't see me in it
Got the foreign and they can't see me in it
And I stay with bills like I'm Mrs. Clinton
Google "boss bitch," what's the definition?
But I keep poppin' up, call it repetition
Man, take that jersey off, play your position
Make hoes disappear, then kill a magician
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Bitches can't fuck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest bitch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
Fuck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign shit like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You bitches lost, had Google Maps
[Verse 2]
Turn the volume up in this bitch
Start a riot up in this bitch
Better crank this motherfucker so loud
That the speaker's blow in this bitch
How you mad 'cause I'm gettin' rich?
Middle fingers to whoever switch
Fuck your system up, I'm a glitch
And I heard your new shit, it make me itch
But bitches ain't fuckin' with me, so
I swear it up, 'bout to delete
The only tracks you hoes every tear up
Is them tracks you got glued in your wheat
Flow sick as fuck, I need meds
Like the Advil, I'm at they heads
Heard everythin' these hoes said
Drop the skull emoji 'cause I'm dead
My pockets green like backdrop
Told 'em holla at me when the facts drop
I'm the franchise, you the mascot
Tell 'em quit starin', take a snapshot
I'm the bigger picture, go connect the dots
They don't think I see them when they scheme and plot
Tired of babysittin', yeah, I'm finna stop
All these hoes my kids, but I don't adopt
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Bitches can't fuck with my moves
I do what I wanna do
Fast car go vroom
Vroom, vroom
Sweep 'em up like a broom
Hardest bitch in the room
Murder gang, no groom
Racks, racks
I need a whole lotta that
Stacks, stacks
Fuck around and tax all that
I call the shots, I don't call back
Sign shit like a Zodiac
Man, you ain't hot, who told you that?
You bitches lost, had Google Maps