Wamp Wamp Flow

(*talking*) Yeah that's right, Killa ay [Hook] You know I roll up, with the purp' po'd up Bucket of ice on my chest, got me froze up I got the fifth down, top fold up Yeah bitch I'm riding around, with my nose up I'm switching lanes mayn, what it do I got my hand on the grain mayn, what it do I'm pop trunk full of bang mayn, what it do My Cadillac on swangs mayn, that's what it do [Kyleon] Bullets'll push your T, when Killa empty the clips And that's for real, no not for real no that's the steel I'm from trillville, for real where niggas will kill For a hot meal, they'll show you how that Glock feel Cop a chopper, put a boy in his place Fuck fifty you cheap, without the scar on your face They say actions speak louder than words, but I ain't talking to ya I just put one off into your eye, bring your coffin to ya Lights out, meet the reaper sing your lullaby Slow singing flower bringing, watch your mother cry I'm a smooth criminal, I'm not Mike Jack but some'ing like that But I don't want your dope or your dollas, I want your life black The Mac'll have you running back, we call it craw-fishing Not a bar missing on a mission, to meet the mortition I make a movie out him, meet your audition Run the clip Rogers, now the boy twitching [Hook] [Kyleon] The boy Killa spit infection, through your ear lobe He's nothing like them, so they label him weirdo Y'all spit it so sloppy, but I speak it so clear though H.D. fuck with me, your wife'll be a widow Stacks on deck, lay your head on my pillow I hear you getting money, well dido Flow sick, so label it hot spitto Y'all softer than Spongebob, the boy Killa brillow negro Show stopper brick buster, and a blow rocker Pull up on fo' choppers, get your bopper I do the beat smoke chronic, but I'm no Dr Speak bad english, yeah but my flow proper Bullshit walk, money do a fo' and a forty Fucking with mine, and you can get your four out of forty Killa's a winner, you just a zero and a forty Think you fucking with me, you must be on dro and Bacardi [Hook]