Killas (feat. C. Brown & Melanie Rutherford) (Explicit)

I'm not afraid of the storm

Noooo

It seems like you're slipping away

Ohhhhh

I'm not afraid of the storm

Noooo

I'm not afraid of the storm

You f****n with a killa

I love you baby

You f****n with a killa

You're so sexy

You f****n with a killa

Uhh I'm in love with this pep

Switch a n***a up put a thug in a dress

Chop a n***a head off pick his head up

Turn it upside-down drink his blood from his neck

Uhh I fly across you with the coupe now

I'm fire the fire marshal shut the booth down

Uh you f****n with a killa

Take your body r**e your body dump it in the river

Turn myself in then beat the case for it then

Uhh I'm a f**ked up n***a

Pill poppin e'rybody f**ked up with us

Me and joey the cottonmouth kings

I love you baby

What the f**k you talkin 'bout sing

Uhh uh I'm f****n with a killa

So crazy

I'm f****n with a killa

I'm f****n with a killa

First the clouds form then they dark in the sky

Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide

Then the most toxic rain landed on my

Caesar then jesus christ the storm arrive

6-foot-somethin made of spanish descent

What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent

Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't know where your manager went

That's just a heads up cause none of y'all was plannin a vic

I'm from the projects grey goose a crate on the bench

Mike's hard lemonade'll get you amateurs bent

Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits

Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence

I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother

And the noise from a clucker puts your boy on a cover

We annoy undercovers cause they never put on

We from the hood we don't snitch boy we weather the storm

We some killas

I'm comin with flash just to blast your facemask

Bullets flyin faster than the nasa spacecraft

Get half your face smashed by the click-clack

The impact's a passion of massive plane crash

The mic minister write literature rhyme sinister

Might injure your nine endin your life when it's the

Prime miniature time witness the prime

Innocent lives kissin goodbye picture the I givin a f**k

The truth

Walkin

Just walked in the booth

Talkin

Too

Often

I put a hot beat in a new

Coffin

For instrumentals I dig a grave

Then drop so many bars around you

When you listen feel like you in a cage

N***az styles is sour you makin lemonade

Take a thousand hours to write our rhymes minute made

Me joey and joell leave you crippled

Mother-f**k five cents but we'll k**l you over nickel

We some killas

Don't like bein followed so I shot that n***a

A known loner that's backwards

I'm a loner that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma

You lookin at the prime suspect with enough stress

If you can give a fluck then I can give fluck less

Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for

Success when I spit cause the vic is my next metaphor

Self-destructive mixed with light lies

If you lookin for psychotic I got it

Or don't maybe y'all are retarded absurd

And I observe while the whole world tries to act reserved

Need a oscar I'll put on an act that's superb

E'rybody relax it's words

Maybe it's not it's gotta be reasonable doubt

But

Reason don't come out my mouth I let it come out of hers

I'm f****n with a killa

I'm f****n with a killa

I'm f****n with a killa

I'm f****n with a killa