Killa Kyleon - Flow (Track 7) lyrics

[Kyleon:]

Somebody call the coppers, Killa bout to cock the chopper

Pull the trigger, now you niggaz gotta get the doctor

Blocka-blocka, singing like a bitch up out the opera

Put it to your head like knockers [x4]

[talking:]

Now I thought I told you niggaz what the deal was

You know what I'm saying, this Purple Punch

The motherfucking mixtape nigga, you fucking with your boy

Killa Gorilla, A.K.A. Killa Kyleon, A.K.A. Run It

A.K.A. Killa Gram, thirty six O-Z's of that china white

You know I'm tal'n bout, I'm in the mix with my nigga DJ Storm

And it's going down, Purple Punch nigga show up and po' up hoe run it

[Kyleon:]

Somebody call the coppers, Killa bout to cock the chopper

Pull the trigger, now you niggaz gotta get the doctor

Blocka-blocka, singing like a bitch up out the opera

Put it to your head like knockers, I'll pop a popper

Rock your block, I'll turn your corner to a shooting range

You better duck when I buck, cause I'm shooting mayn

Day 1 Familia Click, won't hesitate to kill a bitch

You listening to the Gorilla Killa, I'll kill you quick

I'm still the shit, but I'm minus the toilet

And still in rotator, haters skin like boil itch

I'm foil bitch, I shine on a bad day

Cause Killa smoking like the shit he choking, in his ash tray

Before you get to the Boss, you gotta pass tre

So hit a nigga get off my dick, what up your ass gay

Hit you with a right hook, and make your ass lay

Point the finger treat you like a bitch, and tell your ass stay

Ain't no tripping with me, nigga I got guns

Pull the trigger, yeah now your ass done

Ain't no tripping with me, nigga I got guns

Pull the trigger, yeah now your ass done

Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Ain't no tripping with me, nigga I got guns

Pull the trigger, yeah now your ass done