[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Bitch ass n***a
Tommy Wright in this mothafucka
With my n***a, Mac Ramsey
Recognize

[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey]
I’m the lunatic
Psychopathic mad man kill at will
Buck on the track
I’m making stangs, no more petty deals
Catch a n***a slippin’, then I’ll click and
Grab the yawk to black
Voices in my mind
And them bitches screamin’ “kill ‘em Mac”
Schizophrenic villain from Magnolia, but they call Psychotic
One time steppin’ on the track, them hoes wanna know who shot him
But ain’t nothing seen, nothing heard, ain’t no solve to drop
Real n***as game fo’ a stang, from the old block
Takin’ care of business, dumpin’ bitches, kickin’ in doors n’ shit
The Click is just too thick
Magnolias dark side, you don’t hear me trick
Real pimp n***as cuttin’ heads, known for housin’ hoes
Stangin’ all you bustas with the 14’s in my gold
All my roadies real playas
All my roadies makin’ stangs
All my roadies smokin’ bud
And all my roadies shootin’ them thangs
Suckas they can get none
Bustas better check theyselves
But if you start trippin’ boy
That AK hazardous to your health
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
N***as talkin’ shit
You might as well say they killed they damn self
We don’t start shit
But we ain’t barrin’ shit, now that’s our rep
It’s gon’ be some bullets shot
A whole lot of shells, dawg
A bunch of n***as dropped
And a lot of fucking guns cocked
That’s the way this shit is gonna roll when we kill a bitch
I’m Tommy Wright, I’m down with this Magnolia Crime Click
Now you know the fuckin’ score
Fool, we got plastic too
You don’t wanna roll with us
We’ll roll right over you
Down for the count
Fuck a body bag
Get yo’ ass a Hefty bag
Throw you on my shoulder while you’re getting dragged
Down to the fucking creek
Blood trails on the street
Come in the house and go to sleep
Cause we know you´re just that weak

[Verse 3: Lil Ramsey]
There’s a demon inside of me
Controlling my every move
That chip on my shoulder mane
The [?] they call a fool
The villain is in my veins
They are telling me to join this Click
To become a member, mane
He’s telling me to kill a bitch
And be like my father, mane
Cause the killer is in my blood
I’m stuck in this situation
Only medicine I know is bud
I smoke blunts ‘cause they ease my mind
It’s a demon inside of me
Got nowhere to run
He’s even there when I go to sleep
But I keep on dreaming
I’m smoking bud with the devil’s son
We sittin’ in a dark room
Drinkin’ ‘gnac and we blowin’ guns
Now I wake up in a deep sweat
High as fuck from smokin’ blink
Got a blunt in my mouth, mane
And a pitchfork across my feet
I go click like a mad man
Grab a knife and have thoughts to kill
[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
Don’t tell ‘em no more, my nig’
They all know the fuckin’ deal
This song is called “Kill at Will”
The trillest is comin’ through
The 4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Is where I chill with my crew
My roadies is down
My n***as gotta get much respect
So make yourself or break yourself
And get your fuckin’ self in check
Bitches wanna jump and they get sawed off just like a pump
This shit is just too thick with the click
So light this skunk and bump this hit
Time for that n***a named Tommy Wright to elevate
And if you heard my last tape
You know this Crime Click don’t ’trate
Fuck a mothafucka
I ain’t gon’ duck if they shoot
All I need is one chance, this shit is gonna light up like Beirut
Leavin’ n***as on they back
From the smack of the gat
Loadin’ the tone
Flowers for my n***as but I’m pissin’ on your tombstone
Pop that trunk and show your ass
You gon’ be a victim, hoe
It’s the end of your life
Cause all you got is a pocket knife
Lookin’ for them folks to bail you out this shit but now you through
Tryna call for backup like the motherfucking cops do
Drop you off into a river, n***a that’s the plan
Swim back to the bank, but you can’t, so try if you can
Dead on arrival, that’s the way you gon’ be found
I can’t even count the n***as in the field
That we killed at will
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
These n***as really don’t know
Street Smart til’ we depart
Fuck with us and get murdered, bitch
We don’t give a fuck about you hoes
Mac Ramsey
Magnolia
We in this mothafucka, FCP
4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Land of the trill
N***as slip and get killed
We don’t bar you hoes
Black Heaven bound, mothafucka
Straight out of Memphis
Memphis, n***a
On the map with this shit, bitch
10 Wanted Men
All my n***as up in this mothafucka
And my n***as is not going to spare your motherfuckin’ life
Everybody die
When them bullets fly
Guns clipped on our motherfuckin’ hips, bitch
Who the fuck is you think you playing with
Boy
All this mothafuckin’ hatin’ gon’ stop
Get the anna off your chest
’Fo the anna get you dropped
Boy
Dirty South