Kill At Will

Lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III] Bitch ass nigga Tommy Wright in this mothafucka With my nigga, 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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] Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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' niggas on they back From the smack of the gat Loadin' the tone Flowers for my niggas 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, nigga 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 niggas in the field That we killed at will [Outro: Tommy Wright III] These niggas 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 Niggas slip and get killed We don't bar you hoes Black Heaven bound, mothafucka Straight out of Memphis Memphis, nigga On the map with this shit, bitch 10 Wanted Men All my niggas up in this mothafucka And my niggas 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