Killin’ Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Dirt & Bullet] Yeah Yeah That's right [Verse 1: Full Clip & Cell Block] F-U-L-L C-L-I-P Full Clip murderin' shit on our fourth LP Keepin' it killer, thug, and straight up OG Takin' your beat and runnin' your shit, it's our money Your loss is my gain, so check this right here (Yeah!) Even if you didn't lose it, I'm still takin' it (Hell yeah!) My hollowtips in your chest make for a murder scene No remorse, no conscience in this killin' machine [Verse 2: Foe Foe] I'm on some killin' shit, I kill a bitch quick Cut it with Bisquick, and serve it to 'em thick on the strip Hit 'em hard like my truck when I'm beatin' the whip You wanna start? I got a pump that'll end this shit Bandanas on my face, so no witnesses Ain't seen a fuckin' thing when I clip this kid I'm killin' everything from bitches to CDs I'm a bad dream waitin' to happen to police [Chorus] We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit Ain't no use in duckin', everybody gettin' hit Shotgun (Killin' shit!), pop one (Killin' shit!) Everybody run when the gauge spit [Verse 3: Lil' Shank] I'm on some killin' shit, mashin' with a pistol grip Murder in my eyes, with the temper of a lunatic (Yeah) Don't matter how I try, they 'bout to die when I'm doin' this Push the fuckin' trigger as I'm runnin' 'em for all they shit And all they whips and all they chips, run it all, I need that bro Pockets inside out, Deboin' them hoes Call it 187 when the target is locked Best to duck the fuck down 'fore your ass get shot [Verse 4: Cell Block] I smoke more blunts than a little bit, steady on some killin' shit Everyday the same, floatin' in the whip [?] to flip the switch, ridin' three wheel With a hand up out the window and it's wrapped around the steel Let slugs spray out at will, give a fuck on how you feel A Ryda's on the block, and he's huntin' for the kill Line the suckers up on the center of the dash Ain't no way they gettin' away, 'cause I'm mashin' on the gas (Rydas!) [Chorus] We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit Ain't no use in duckin', everybody gettin' hit Shotgun (Killin' shit!), pop one (Killin' shit!) Everybody run when the gauge spit We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit Ain't no use in duckin', everybody gettin' hit Shotgun (Killin' shit!), pop one (Killin' shit!) Everybody run when the gauge spit (Duck down) [Verse 5: Yung Dirt] Oh no, it's the motherfukin' Kikdoe! Blast off the master lock, now everybody hit the floor They kill 'em all, it's like I'm caught up in a genocide Ammunition's heatseekers, ain't no fuckin' where to hide So line 'em up and set 'em up for the execution Nine-millimeter loaded and it's set on distribution With no confusion, they can make it all clear Everybody fuckin' dyin' 'fore I step the fuck up outta here [Verse 6: Bullet] Keep your eyes on my death tool, (Oh shit!) you're goin' dizzy Who is he? The one that keep the coroners busy You see the buck flash, you'd have ducked fast, you a fucked ass Single barrel pump wavin' out the black truck, blast! I'm on some killin' shit, so real, I'm dealin' this shit (Come on) A quarter big in cash or coke, I'm sealin' a hit 'Cause I'm a Ryda, (Whoop) and with this .45, I'll divide you (Plaow!) Leave you dead and peel off, won't even try to hide you! [Chorus] We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit Ain't no use in duckin', everybody gettin' hit Shotgun (Killin' shit!), pop one (Killin' shit!) Everybody run when the gauge spit We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit Ain't no use in duckin', everybody gettin' hit Shotgun (Killin' shit!), pop one (Killin' shit!) Everybody run when the gauge spit [Outro: Bullet & Yung Dirt] Psychopathic Rydas, bitch! (Yeah!) Yeah! (That's right, bitch!) We comin' to check your shit in! Give it up or we dumpin'! And peelin' rydin' dirtay! (Duck down, motherfucker!) Duk Da Fuk Down! (What?) Duck down, duck down, motherfucker! Duk Da Fuk Down!