More K*lls lyrics

[Intro]
Free my brothers (DrumDealerz)
Uh, uh, free my brother (Turn it up some)
We really'll pull up, bounce out and kill your dumb ass

[Chorus]
I don't talk to judge or lawyers or none of that sh*t, just tell 'em to free my brother (Know that)
Them n*ggas done spinned and died, they ain't know how to slide, they killed each other (They dumb ass)
My favorite opp, I'ma shoot his ass all in the head and then go f*ck his mama
They asked why I'm slidin' like this, I'm tryna go catch more B's than Drummer (Know that, know that)

[Verse]
My opps like ridin' black trucks, I'm shootin' 'em up, b*tch, f*ck Obama
It's late at night, I'm sittin' on one of the opps, tryna knock his ass out his pajamas
Hop out tryna nail his ass, they think I'm Thor the way that I swing this hammer
When we bounced out on him, they ran and left his ass, I guess his life ain't matter
I hang out the back of this b*tch, blowin' the Drac', watchin' 'em run and scatter (Rrah, rrah)
We ain't gon' kill his ass, he ain't did sh*t, his ass a non-factor
This .45 hit his ass, we f*cked him over, his ass was fallin' backwards
That n*gga wasn't usin' his head, I'm chillin' right now, so I'm sendin' Drills to go tap it
The n*ggas that say they be slidin', these n*ggas don't really be slidin', you n*ggas be actin'
That n*gga dropped his lo', he dead now, but I don't really know who clapped him
I'm really into it with a whole lot of b*tch n*ggas, so I'll f*ck around and slap 'em
Lil Three say he'll go out and kill everybody just for me to keep rappin' (My dog)
Word around town, they like, "What's a Toss Gang?" We'll kill whoever's askin' (You know that)
Ridin' through the city in nothin' but hots, tryna see which one the fastest
I think I spot me one of the opps, I stop the car, hop out blastin' (Brr, brr)
It's an active male shooter with a shiesty and some glasses
Give a f*ck if he with his mama, we don't give out passes (Know that)
I heard dude got cremated, I'll spit all in his ashes
I know some killers in Division 9 who'll spit in n*ggas' asses
Man, you n*ggas cuffin' sl*ts while I'm f*ckin' on the baddest (Know that)
[Chorus]
I don't talk to judge or lawyers or none of that sh*t, just tell 'em to free my brother
Them n*ggas done spinned and died, they ain't know how to slide, they killed each other (They dumb ass)
My favorite opp, I'ma shoot his ass all in the head and then go f*ck his mama (Know that)
They asked why I'm slidin' like this, I'm tryna go catch more B's than Drummer (Know that)

[Outro]
Catch more B's than— know that
Yeah, that b*tch nice