You did good, $lick, It′s a Smash!

Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South

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Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas

Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South

Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas

Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South

Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas

Killer with that AK, get this motherfucker bussin'

Tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain′t here to suck it

Creepin' on a come up, I got fam that need some funding

I'm ducking and drugging and sipping that tussin and bloating up my stomach

I need the D, the O, the P, the E

Riding clean, the G, the L, E sixty-three

Oowee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me

Young north, S-I-D-E W-E-T, bitch

Yeah motherfucker, it′s grey-grey-grеy (Northside)

Wetto in this bitch, motherfuckеr (Five nine)

V 2 in the booth with a Glock loaded

Off so many meds, am I coming or I′m going?

Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it

See a dead man walking, next election he′ll be voting

Pimp on a track, mix dope with the crack

I might slide, camo mask, turn your hood to Iraq

Bury suckers, fuck a groupie, that's the truth, I feel like Gucci

I got 99 problems and not one of you′s gonna shoot me

Nah, nah, nah, that ain't it

That ain′t it, get him, fuck, fuck, fuck

Are you in, motherfucker? Let me know or keep your mouth shut

Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch

Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump

Wetto make a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth fucked

Sick motherfucker, no mind motherfucker

That white trash, high taxed, dying motherfucker

Tell the world eat my dick, I'm a prick motherfucker

Life Hell, tough shit, I'm the bic motherfucker

Fully loaded choppa, knew this bitch who lived on Tchoupitoulas

Bitch seemed like an opportunist

Flocking just to jock my new shit, stopped in Houston

Belly looking swollen, better stop abusing Wock and chewing Fent

Yeah, all my teeth are fucking rotten

Cruising down your block, and you know Blanco lighting blunts of herb

Carefully choose your words, unless you′d rather bite the fucking curb

What′s the word? What you fuckin' heard?

Blanco smite the herd

Fuck your bitch until her spine is curved

Blanco spiked your nerves, uh

Oh shit, Blanco, Blanco, Blanco, oh shit

Bitches on my dick like a love bug

Tryna get the claws up in me like a fucking mud bug

Bitch, I′m a smug thug

Calling up my young plug

Playin' all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed

I need a breath of fresh air, splash some water on my face

Looking back on my mistakes, regretting them is such a waste

Keep it pimpin′, move it forward like I'm running just to race, yeah

Devil right behind me like I finished first place, uh

Wow, oh my god

What the fuck

All of these haters keep pushing, thinking that be me

All of my steeze

Spreading my wings, but I ain′t taking anyone under them

Why can't I just glide in peace?

Using these drugs to release

Fucking these bitches for free

Flirting with death, I keep promising things

When's he gonna know that I′m a tease and I′m just tryna get a lil sleep?

Capitalizing the G

F to the I to the V to the E

N to the I to the N to the E

To the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E

For my gang, I will do anything (Anything)

For my gang, I will do everything (Everything)

Creepin' out my mothafuckin′ rut

Picking up all my guts and the blood I let flood through the gutters

I'm ready to make a break out and take out all of the things

I gotta put my scope on, now I′m bout ta put my red dot on and then

Snipe, every one of them fuckers that wanted to believe the hype

I'ma go psycho and then I′ll never take another look up in my sights

I'm put a green light on my $uicide

Let my wrist leak my fluids out

Never gonna be another realer than the black mage or the G59

Any other motherfucker is chillin' in the backstage or a sideline, bitch

Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-

Yeah, sliding in my ′69 Camaro SS

Got my dime in my lap, Glock cocked in her breast

Got the 12′s in the trunk, turn it up and let it bump

Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump

Oh, oh, I'ma let it go, go

I′m the one ya never wanna turn your back on

All of them haters hatin' on me, wannabe on what I′m on

Oh, y'all want me to fall off?

Oh, that′s too bad 'cause I won't

And I′m gonna be there when every one of your souls gets dragged down to Hell

I don′t need anymore money, I got too much that I cannot even spend

All y'all be thinkin′ that y'all love a rapper

But y′all just be following the latest trend

I'm gettin′ by with the bank

Don't got a vibe with a saint

I'm gonna paint a pic of the blackest of mages

I′m makin′ everybody question their faith

G to the H to the O to the S to the T to the E

M to the A to the N to the E

B to the L to the A to the C to the K

To the M to the A-G-E

Killas off South Parkway