Blow in Killa

(*scratching*) [Kyleon] Smoking on this killa, I'm sipping on some'ing good Comin down in some'ing candy, and I'm grippin on some'ing wood I'm leaning and feeling good, man a nigga too gone Moving slow like cars, going through a school zone Kyleon, got the drank in the mix again And he blowing on them hydro, sticks again With a nice dime yellow bone, bitch again Finna open her mouth pull it out, and stick it in I know they like the way them non-stoppers, twist and spin The way they make all the young boppers, throw fits and grin No fifths of Henn, cause my niggas don't like getting drunk We like firing the blunts, and we like getting crunk So open and cock the pump, in your mask and push ya And punk you suckas, like Ashton Kutcher And let bullets get in your head, like Aspirin nigga I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, if you asking nigga You better show some respect, when I'm passing nigga Before I have ya ass, hundred yard dashing nigga I'ma use my shit, if I'm flashing nigga Pull the trigga, and put one up in your fashion nigga (*scratching*)