(You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash!)
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-
Players never die
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 from 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
Yung north, S-I-D-E
W-E-T, bitch
Yeah, motherfucker, it's grey-grey-grey (Northside)
Wetto in this bitch, motherfucker (Five Nine)
Verse two 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 that you gon' shoot me
Nah, nah, nah, that ain't it
That ain't it, get him
Fuck, fuck, fuck
We got Anna, 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? Whatchu 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
Playing 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
Welcome back
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 motherfuckin' 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 'boutta 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 G*59
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, South Memphis, South-
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-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas