Came2Kill (feat. Kid Trunks & Craig Xen)

Ya, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm off the acid

Oh no

(Cris Dinero on the track)

Yeah, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ooh, ooh

Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma (On my momma)

Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a Llama (Ow)

That bitch don't understand

When she just don't want no drama

That baby momma drama

I don't wanna talk about it (Hey, hey)

Bitch I came to kill, on my momma

(On my momma)

Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a Llama

(Eh, eh, ow!)

That bitch don't understand

When she just don't want no drama (No)

That baby momma drama

(Fight, fight, fight)

I don't wanna talk about it

(Well hello there)

Aye, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom

Head bust, fucking head bust your head open

She gon' bust her legs wide open, pussy broken, uh

On yo' block, all up on yo' block, all I see is smokin', aye uh

Wait, uh, huh, aye, my dick in my Glock, aye

My blade dark like cops, aye

What's that, what's that? Red dot!

(Bop, bop, bop, bop!)

Grrah, grrah-ta-ta, aye!

Shoot at pussy boys

Can't fuck with pussy boys

Put a pistol on pussy boys

(In Jesus' name)

Bitch, I came to kill

You and yo' momma (And your momma)

Boop-boop-boop-boop!

Yo' medulla oblongata (Yeah)

Blood drippin', it spill

Look like salsa (Look like salsa)

Cock, back it up, um yeah

That back probably be auto (Hey)

Hey yo

(Brrr, pow)

(Run it back, run it back, run it back)

(Run it back, run it back, run it back)

You feel me?