Blow in Killa

(*scratching*)



[Kyleon]

Smoking on this killa, I'm sipping on some'ing good

Comin down in some'ing candy, and I'm grippin on some'ing wood

I'm leaning and feeling good, man a n***a too gone

Moving slow like cars, going through a school zone

Kyleon, got the drank in the mix again

And he blowing on them hydro, sticks again

With a nice dime yellow bone, bitch again

Finna open her mouth pull it out, and stick it in

I know they like the way them non-stoppers, twist and spin

The way they make all the young boppers, throw fits and grin

No fifths of Henn, cause my n***as don't like getting drunk

We like firing the blunts, and we like getting crunk

So open and cock the pump, in your mask and push ya

And punk you suckas, like Ashton Kutcher

And let bullets get in your head, like Aspirin n***a

I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, if you asking n***a

You better show some respect, when I'm passing n***a

Before I have ya ass, hundred yard dashing n***a

I'ma use my shit, if I'm flashing n***a

Pull the trigga, and put one up in your fashion n***a



(*scratching*)