[Hook]
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kas come fo’ me (ya)
Don’t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killa in me
[Hook 2]
Im bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
Cuz ima bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um (ya)
{Chorus]
And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo’ me (ya)
Don’t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me
But you should be afraid of me
[Mack Mane Verse]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth
I hear you lil niggaz barkin’, you want more beef
You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no peace
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like delareece, I need celery
Mo’ money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin’ me
Im young Lucifer
Take um all to hell wit, Ya
Drop um off in a fire storm
Why young squad get a riot on
If he testify like common see the fire up on me
If you know whats best muthaf**ka get yo quite on
These niggaz starving out hit getting there diet on
While im eatin nigga grippin on my stereophon
One man game nigga ima die alone
For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on
[Willie The Kid Verse]
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bra I push pro v’s like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggaz tambourine
Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine
Gators day, they say its mascara wear’as
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is my scal
We NAPA kill like a hot towel
All my hoes hostile
Not me, never tell me not now
Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya bra
Move for mova
We leave your brain with more air
Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired of lyin’
But I know its hard like a tire iron
But yet it complex like its Mayan science
Or Aztec math
Crazy as a must have
I feed niggaz like a mess’ar
And yes shir,
Its Willie high dress’ar
Or like a stylist
Nobodies cry is this
You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo’ me (ya)
Don’t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me
But you should be afraid of me
[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu
[Gudda Gudda Verse]
They say powder makes you hyper
Reafer makes you call
