Killa Kyleon

Killa Kyleon - Wamp Wamp Flow lyrics

[talking:]

Yeah that's right, Killa ay

[Hook:]

You know I roll up, with the purp' po'd up

Bucket of ice on my chest, got me froze up

I got the fifth down, top fold up

Yeah bitch I'm riding around, with my nose up

I'm switching lanes mayn, what it do

I got my hand on the grain mayn, what it do

I'm pop trunk full of bang mayn, what it do

My Cadillac on swangs mayn, that's what it do

[Kyleon:]

Bullets'll push your T, when Killa empty the clips

And that's for real, no not for real no that's the steel

I'm from trillville, for real where niggaz will kill

For a hot meal, they'll show you how that glock feel

Cop a chopper, put a boy in his place

Fuck fifty you cheap, without the scar on your face

They say actions speak louder than words, but I ain't talking to ya

I just put one off into your eye, bring your coffin to ya

Lights out, meet the reaper sing your lullaby

Slow singing flower bringing, watch your mother cry

I'm a smooth criminal, I'm not Mike Jack but some'ing like that

But I don't want your dope or your dollas, I want your life black

The Mac'll have you running back, we call it craw-fishing

Not a bar missing on a mission, to meet the mortition

I make a movie out him, meet your audition

Run the clip Rogers, now the boy twitching

[Hook]

[Kyleon:]

The boy Killa spit infection, through your ear lobe

He's nothing like them, so they label him weirdo

Y'all spit it so sloppy, but I speak it so clear though

H.D. fuck with me, your wife'll be a widow

Stacks on deck, lay your head on my pillow

I hear you getting money, well dido

Flow sick, so label it hot spitto

Y'all softer than Spongebob, the boy Killa brillow negro

Show stopper brick buster, and a blow rocker

Pull up on fo' choppers, get your bopper

I do the beat smoke chronic, but I'm no Dr.

Speak bad english, yeah but my flow proper

Bullshit walk, money do a fo' and a forty

Fucking with mine, and you can get your four out of forty

Killa's a winner, you just a zero and a forty

Think you fucking with me, you must be on dro and Bacardi

[Hook]

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