KA1TA - YOU WANT IT UNTIL YOU REALIZE WHAT IT IS (feat. YVNG $ICK & GUERRILLA KA$iNO)

I'm a fallen angel and that's till the day I die
KA1TA's out there lurking best you run and hide
I'm hanging round them killers from the lower 9
I'm boxing shipping pussies off mass genocide shit look like the holocaust
Yeah my trigger finger itching pussyboy don't make me shoot it
We stay more strapped up than Russia and Putin
F.A.R. on top
No time for disputing
I'm still out here abusing
Abusing all the drugs that I can get my hands on
I done took a little break but I think it's about that time I showed you motherfuckers how we do it
What do I have to do to keep my ass from losing
Northside killer F.A.R. gorilla popped a perc and now I'm moving like a zombie off of thriller
Yeah this semiautomatic flashing stupid motherfuckers thinking that we taking pictures
Yeah you fuck up and to me your dead I don't really like to make amends burning bibles seems to be the latest fucking trend
Get them $ick!
Triple 6 you clueless bitch
Laced my blunt still faced that shit
Sayin I ain't with the shit damn y'all must be smokin dick
Empty out my fuckin clips
Watchin as the blood drips
Physco maniac can't help it but to fuckin kill this shit
Finna turn they ass to slop
Gon head grab the fuckin chop
They done heard that YVNG $ICK slid the block with a Taurus and a Glock
Damn pop me a pink pill pop me a blue pill
I don't really give a fuck I'm keeping it too real
Acid tab up on my tongue I feel like fuckin Lou Will
Cali kush clouds floating on a fuckin high hill
Kings of the underground
Don't you ever fucking doubt
Motherfuckers know what we about
Yeah they know what we about
All up in my face
But you got nothing prove
Puffing up yo chest
But you scared to make a move
Skinny jeans
Way below the belt
I'll make you trip bruh
Hatred for your motherfucking mom the way she raised you
Talkin to yo homie now he scared I move like REACHER
Beat him fucking senseless showing lessons like the teacher
Praying for yo motherfucking life like you a preacher
All up in my face
But you got nothing prove
Puffing up yo chest
But you scared to make a move
Skinny jeans
Way below the belt
I'll make you trip bruh
Hatred for your motherfucking mom
The way she raised you

Written by:
Yvng $ick, Killa K, Guerrilla Manson

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