EAST TOWN KILLAZ

Northside boy with a drac Sending off rounds bullets start to rust blade is covered up in blood filleting all these mothafuckas chopping up they guts KA1TA and that exorcism coming in to f*ck shit up uh Texas fashion now you see me sipping on that lemonade Then you see the purple now you know its Minute Maid Bitches saying that I'm dummy talking like I over paid But this purple got me feeling different any way Caught these pussies lacking off the back door You claiming you a shooter where the f*ck your strap hoe? 10 pounds of this crumbled weed that I'm bout to blow Blow it all down shooters up in K town get you mowed down Morning hitting different had to show up at my uncles wake 27 on the suit you know its tailor made Man the room is colder than the motherfucking everglades Story is the bullet in the pistol ricocheted 13 bottles deep in liquor pain is hitting heavily Closer to the heaven gates with pills and Hennessy Taking photos of my uncle got me feeling so illicit It got me feeling that the only way is never listen But I know my fallen angel brothers stand up right beside me I still remember when that project bitch was scared to fight me Killa taught me how to punch to make a pussy eyes go slimey Ike mane told me how make my music grimy Riding with that womp Yeah I'm upstairs going hard if them dogs in your front yard motherfucker bing bong Motherfucker bing bong FAR gorilla beating on my chest like King Kong Riding with the burner got 2 beings on my shoulder like that boy named Timmy turner Do a drive by in a hummer limo tints on that bitch motherfucker will not see it coming Slipping on the mask I'm loading up the glock Try some funny shit pussyboy we gon' set it off 7.62 taught me don't be scared to switch it up OGHRM taught me to go get the blunt and light it up Brainwave taught me even if you far away you gotta love Rainy told me that you always gotta try enough You know where im from DTX born and raised Letting off rounds from the K bitches worshipping me like I'm King Hussein choppa get to shooting choppa get to sparking pull up on lay him down ain't gon hear no more barking Gunner taught me that you always gotta work with you have Dirty taught me that you always need to rep your brand Now before I leave this track to take a swim up in my xannys I can't forget that Yadi taught me that we always family