At the Door
Killa Sama
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I can't call a cop Just ran next door to my neighbor's Played him what I made Shouldn't of been doing him favors I was proud of the flow because the basics But before I could say shit He broke out like matrix Woke as f*ck And shit you know my luck This dude's mind couldn't take it Blew his brains out on his ottoman Imma need more than just a mop I'm in some shit Oh not again I think it's time to call the Wolf Let me get my mops We gone get this cool We gone get like soup It's all kosher Imma get this like I'm supposed to But on cue this nikka's chocha Walks in then her brains just fucking explode bruh I'm 2 bodies deep Do I dare play this curse where bodies be Pops said a shaman from the mother land Conjured up powers that were then sworn to me I think this what they talking bout My flow fortunately chalk them out Check them out They keep checking route But it all checks out Like wedding vows Red beams and rice Ain't ever sounded so fucking nice Cause of this new bounce Killa getting charged with murder twice Aggravated twice Possession twice I'm already hindsight I'm brown so you know that mean They already on site Why when I rap do good people die I been working like a Mexican If you looking for the bars then there I am Pull up on the track Heat in my hands 223 in the back of that record's can These metaphors a big part of my rapping Almost feel like you gotta be literate Dorian Gray rap F*ck with me even if a little bit I don't ask for much An audience who bout the simple stuff I want all my fans to know I won't budge when it comes to trust If them nikkas made me choose you're in luck I got that latin moral, that mean I'm a loyal f*ck Some call me a stubborn man And I don't understand What's so hard to understand about When you buck I buck Yeah When you ride I roll It's just me and all my homies Doing desmadre on the road So When you call about a body I got on my floor I know you won't ask me questions You gone be there at the door So When you buck I buck Yeah When you ride I roll It's just me and all my homies Doing desmadre on the road So When you call about a body I got on my floor I know you won't ask me questions You gone be there at the door Yeah I don't play dat nikka Clemson shut it out Playback not needed so cut it out Like you and your lady got into some shit and ya'll fucking to make it better Literal word play Literally got me linking these dots Competitors can't match my erection Nobody matching Mexican crops So I been thinking F*ck the props I know the game is not award shows The game is a grown ass man with 2 pants in his wardrobe 3 shirts, a pair of sneakers And that nikka busting for profits Life got this 3rd dimension Like I got ounces in the office Oval prophets Professing bout honest I'm professing bout bomb shit Professor was on my agenda But now I prefer criminal logic My president painted a picture Of criminalistic latin militias Running rampant in our communities Drinking our 40's Smoking our swishers Raping these women Robbing these honest workers Sneaking inside of America These vandals and hamburglars I know ya'll nervous Don't worry my shit is real tight Feel like, quick draw when I roll in my car on a still night Set them up like When you buck I buck Yeah When you ride I roll It's just me and all my homies Doing desmadre on the road So When you call about a body I got on my floor I know you won't ask me questions You gone be there at the door So When you buck I buck Yeah When you ride I roll It's just me and all my homies Doing desmadre on the road So When you call about a body I got on my floor I know you won't ask me questions You gone be there at the door Land of the restless My residence Texas Land of the trill We crazy bout asses Don't care about breasts They call me a crazy mother fucker My grandpa schizophrenic I'm bout democracy So I think we need to put violence back in the Senate I mean it I mean it Don't mope I'm modern Maria I'm Sweet Jones with my wisdom My loyalty be my Bedah That mean I'm UGKilling it Shoe size triple it F*ck the beat as producer Then come back with the track and Sell it to you with syphilis Infamous When you figure this out Ya'll gone be one with my clout I'll either have you up at night or have you resting alright Put you down for the trial amount I suggest that lifetime price When it comes to bang for your buck I promise you knowing is nice Because when you buck I buck Nikka When you ride I roll It's just me and all my homies Doing desmadre on the road So When you call about a body I got on my floor I know you won't ask me questions You gone be there at the door Hoe
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