Kellen Blvck - WYMA

Bitch, everything
Love, wedding rings
Hate, jealousy
Friends, family
Huh, yeah now bitch stop meddling
I don't like you are the way that you questioning
I'ma start knocking everybody out and leveling
Everyone around me the smile turn devilish
I'ma start taxing everybody for developing my
Mood that I feel settling
Getting bout as hot as the water in a kettle get
Shake when I'm mad no fear when I'm trembling
Dude wanna fight me then he try to grab so I pulled out the glock
We are not wrestling
I don't throw hands bitch, I'm too elegant
Touch me again you gone feel how this metal hit
Uh yeah
Bitch you delicate
Wreck into me that's gone be a tough reckoning
This is not school I am not the one to test with
I ace you tonight let the glock 9 credit it
Yeah, yeah
Now lets get in it
All black mask you don't know who the killer is
All black bag you don't know what I put in it
All black nav you don't know where I'm steering it
When the mood low then heart get cold...
Huh, yeah
You can come and chill in it
My old girl live in it
I am not villainous
Bitch I'ma King, King Kellen know I'm killing it with no hands
Like my girl when she throwing it
Ass so fat I can't even put a thumb in it
Give it one smack and it sound like I'm drumming it
Ya Hear that drum
Ya hear that drum
Gun make a sound bout as loud as King Kong
When I smoke y'all boys I'ma need new lungs
Bitch

I am not calm
I am not calm
Bitch wanna argue and go back and forth
I don't play ping pong
I am not calm
I am not calm
Bitch wanna argue and go back and forth
Argue with the gun

Written by:
Christopher McGrew

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