Killa Killa lyrics

[Intro]
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Well, that goes to show you. Gangster Pat is one bad mother f*cker
[Verse 1]
Well, it's the motherf*ckin killa
Back with my motherf*ckin' nine, b*tch
I'm ready to pop and leave a motherf*cker blind, b*tch
I'm on a killin' spree shootin' everythang in sight
'N' if you in my way b*tch you gon' die tonight
I'm rollin through the hood lookin' fo' my f*ckin' crew
I got the TEC, ready to rip a n*ggas ass in two
Somebody violated, yea' they done got me started
And now it's time that I leave them b*tches broken hearted
I don't f*ck around
I'm quick to blow a n*gga down
I'm on the H so ain't no tellin when I'm finna clown
I got my clip filled up with seventeen shells
And thats seventeen n*ggas I'ma send to hell
I got a bullet with yo' name on the f*ckin' tip
So close yo' eyes as I stick this Glock between yo' lips
And in yo' mouth so get ready fo tha' thrillin'
'Cause this is part two of the motherf*ckin' killin'

[Chorus]
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
[Verse 2]
I'm ridin' hoopty with no tags and I'm on the hunt
I grab my sack so I can roll me another blunt
I'm gettin high so I can laugh at the murda' show
That I'ma start when I c*ck my Glock and let it go
Rata-tat-tat in yo' back n' you starts to slip
But I ain't finished I'ma empty the whole f*ckin' clip
To makin' sure you dead
Fill yo' body full of lead
Look in yo' pockets and take all yo' money
And kick you in yo' f*ckin head
Leave you layin' in the street n*gga 'cause yo' ass is through
And when they call the ambulance I'ma kill them b*tches too
I'm one crazy motherf*cker and I'm in a rage
I'ma shoot you straight up in yo' ass with my f*ckin gauge
I gots to kill, it's a habit that I can't kick
I'm takin' these sucka's and shootin' them dead
Dumpin' 'em in a ditch
So watch out for the motherf*ckin thriller
"Cause this is part two of the motherf*ckin' killa

[Chorus]
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Verse 3
I'm hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
And when I hop out on yo' ass Ima let it rip
I'ma shoot you in yo' face and watch yo' body hit the ground
Then I'ma hop back in my spot and load another round
You think Im playin'; step yo' ass in my territory
And its gon' be another motherf*ckin' horror story
Im shootin' you b*tches up in yo' head knocking your brains out
Im clickin' my hammer and pullin' my trigger
My barrel keeps shootin' them flames out
I'm puttin n*ggas in they grave
Killin' em for no reason
I do it everyday 'cause everyday is murda' season
n*ggas always splurgin'
Givin me the urge 'n'
To rob 'em and rearrange they f*ckin face like a surgeon
I dont give a f*ck
I just do it for the fun
I get rush when I smoke a motherf*cker with a gun
So be on the lookout for the motherf*ckin thriller
"Cause this is part two of the mother f*ckin killer

[Outro]
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Killa, killa
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'ma c*ck my nine and– a motherf*cker
Well, that goes to show you. Gangster Pat is one bad mother f*cker