Kill At Will lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
b*tch ass n*gga
Tommy Wright in this mothaf*cka
With my n*gga, Mac Ramsey
Recognize

[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey]
I’m the lunatic
Psychopathic mad man kill at will
Buck on the track
I’m making stangs, no more petty deals
Catch a n*gga slippin’, then I’ll click and
Grab the yawk to black
Voices in my mind
And them b*tches screamin’ “kill ‘em Mac”
Schizophrenic villain from Magnolia, but they call Psychotic
One time steppin’ on the track, them hoes wanna know who shot him
But ain’t nothing seen, nothing heard, ain’t no solve to drop
Real n*ggas game fo’ a stang, from the old block
Takin’ care of business, dumpin’ b*tches, kickin’ in doors n’ sh*t
The Click is just too thick
Magnolias dark side, you don’t hear me trick
Real pimp n*ggas cuttin’ heads, known for housin’ hoes
Stangin’ all you bustas with the 14’s in my gold
All my roadies real playas
All my roadies makin’ stangs
All my roadies smokin’ bud
And all my roadies shootin’ them thangs
Suckas they can get none
Bustas better check theyselves
But if you start trippin’ boy
That AK hazardous to your health
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t
You might as well say they killed they damn self
We don’t start sh*t
But we ain’t barrin’ sh*t, now that’s our rep
It’s gon’ be some bullets shot
A whole lot of shells, dawg
A bunch of n*ggas dropped
And a lot of f*cking guns c*cked
That’s the way this sh*t is gonna roll when we kill a b*tch
I’m Tommy Wright, I’m down with this Magnolia Crime Click
Now you know the f*ckin’ score
Fool, we got plastic too
You don’t wanna roll with us
We’ll roll right over you
Down for the count
f*ck a body bag
Get yo’ ass a Hefty bag
Throw you on my shoulder while you’re getting dragged
Down to the f*cking creek
Blood trails on the street
Come in the house and go to sleep
Cause we know you´re just that weak

[Verse 3: Lil Ramsey]
There’s a demon inside of me
Controlling my every move
That chip on my shoulder mane
The [?] they call a fool
The villain is in my veins
They are telling me to join this Click
To become a member, mane
He’s telling me to kill a b*tch
And be like my father, mane
Cause the killer is in my blood
I’m stuck in this situation
Only medicine I know is bud
I smoke blunts ‘cause they ease my mind
It’s a demon inside of me
Got nowhere to run
He’s even there when I go to sleep
But I keep on dreaming
I’m smoking bud with the devil’s son
We sittin’ in a dark room
Drinkin’ ‘gnac and we blowin’ guns
Now I wake up in a deep sweat
High as f*ck from smokin’ blink
Got a blunt in my mouth, mane
And a pitchfork across my feet
I go click like a mad man
Grab a knife and have thoughts to kill
[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
Don’t tell ‘em no more, my nig’
They all know the f*ckin’ deal
This song is called “Kill at Will”
The trillest is comin’ through
The 4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Is where I chill with my crew
My roadies is down
My n*ggas gotta get much respect
So make yourself or break yourself
And get your f*ckin’ self in check
b*tches wanna jump and they get sawed off just like a pump
This sh*t is just too thick with the click
So light this skunk and bump this hit
Time for that n*gga named Tommy Wright to elevate
And if you heard my last tape
You know this Crime Click don’t ’trate
f*ck a mothaf*cka
I ain’t gon’ duck if they shoot
All I need is one chance, this sh*t is gonna light up like Beirut
Leavin’ n*ggas on they back
From the smack of the gat
Loadin’ the tone
Flowers for my n*ggas but I’m p*ssin’ on your tombstone
Pop that trunk and show your ass
You gon’ be a victim, hoe
It’s the end of your life
Cause all you got is a pocket knife
Lookin’ for them folks to bail you out this sh*t but now you through
Tryna call for backup like the motherf*cking cops do
Drop you off into a river, n*gga that’s the plan
Swim back to the bank, but you can’t, so try if you can
Dead on arrival, that’s the way you gon’ be found
I can’t even count the n*ggas in the field
That we killed at will
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
These n*ggas really don’t know
Street Smart til’ we depart
f*ck with us and get murdered, b*tch
We don’t give a f*ck about you hoes
Mac Ramsey
Magnolia
We in this mothaf*cka, FCP
4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Land of the trill
n*ggas slip and get killed
We don’t bar you hoes
Black Heaven bound, mothaf*cka
Straight out of Memphis
Memphis, n*gga
On the map with this sh*t, b*tch
10 Wanted Men
All my n*ggas up in this mothaf*cka
And my n*ggas is not going to spare your motherf*ckin’ life
Everybody die
When them bullets fly
Guns clipped on our motherf*ckin’ hips, b*tch
Who the f*ck is you think you playing with
Boy
All this mothaf*ckin’ hatin’ gon’ stop
Get the anna off your chest
’Fo the anna get you dropped
Boy
Dirty South