KEDELA on the beat

Subtracting you haters one by one, deep is how we fuckin' come

Rat-tat-tat-tat, bizzack full of teflons

Peepin' through my mask, I'm leavin' my eyebrows down

It ain't no love in my facial expressions, murder frowns when it touch

The **** that's feelin' that pain, we takin' that gravy

Big Hill creepin' with the Mac-90s, shoot forty double clip eighty

You better be cautious or play your cards right

Cause when I be cappin', I be bustin' with that HK four to the seven

Too many hoes like to floss, too many **** like to cross

Tryna come up with no dues, but you swear you takin' the loss

I don't fuck with your kind, I'm claimin' the O to the G

And if you **** looking for me, I'm strapped for poppin' up on your damn street

Now don't start duckin' when my heat release this bullet destruction

Lyin' and cryin' won't help you bitch, Skinny still pimpin', me still bustin'

Look at you now, you piece of shit dead where you can't swim

"Fuck you!" is my last words where killers claimin' they end there

What you gotta sizzay? Come and plizzay with the Gangsta, ****

Bet yo bottom dollar, make you holler for this Memphis ****

Left to right, locked down tight, hype from some hustable

Tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so damn comfortable

Ballin' through the club, watch me jook, hit the fuckin' doe

All I feel is ana' plus them thugs game to whoop a hoe

Strapped like Jeffrey, Jesse James, take it to the western days

**** better act they fuckin' age 'fore they get erased

Claim to be a killer trick, say you first to shoot some shit

Skinny go kill that ana' for Tony Montana, mane, let's go kill a bitch

Jump into the Lexus, see what's next, us flex this fuckin' trick

Slam on down suburban to the curb and all us in this shit

Slammin' OZ with Little G, pimpin' ass Roc and Tay

Mess you up like Urkel and kick circle, Gangsta super straight

Never claim the killer role, but I pack that .380

Nervous for my life, I'll kill you twice, you ain't no killer, ho, ****