Written By: Gabe Lustman

Verse1:

In the club
So you know what it is
Models bottles yeah I'm that kid

Just ordered pizzas to the club
Everyone here is drunk
And man if that aint the shit
Then you should tell me what is

I'm sittin here
Feelin like a star star star
All the ladies jockin so hard hard hard

Which one will I chose
It's not like I can lose
Tell me which ones coming home with me better yet maybe two

Ooo

If looks could kill then she'd be murdering heels woah
And I'm her victim overtime she comes here to kill but I love how it feels

Chorus:

That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa

And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all

That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa

And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all

Verse2:

She dressed to kill
Freely at will
Oo and I think I like it

Fellas fallen like dominoes
Oo like they've never seen it

She just shut em down
She's shinin like a star
Straight off of the boulevard
This girl has got it

Next we're gonna start with some shots shots shots
Her fav is patron on the rocks rocks rocks

In the dj booth
We can see all the fools
Who can't do it like we do

Son take your ass back to school oo

Ooo

If looks could kill then she'd be murdering heels woah
And I'm her victim overtime she comes here to kill but I love how it feels

Chorus:

That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa

And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all

That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa

And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all