Kill At Will

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
b*tch ass n*gga
Tommy Wright in this motherf*cker
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'll make this thang [?]
Catch a n*gga slippin then I'll click him
Grab him off in black
Busters in my mind
And them b*tches screamin kill 'em Mac
Scizophrenic villain from Magnolia but ain't gone psychotic
One time steppin on the track them hoe wanna know who shot him
But ain't nothing seen nothing heard ain't no solve to drop
Real n*gga gangs f*ck with stains from the old block
Taking care of business dumping b*tches kicking doors in n sh*t
The Click is just too thick
Magnolia [?] you don't hear me trick
Real pimp n*ggas couldn't hear [?]
Stanging all you busters with the 14 in my door
All my roadies real players
All my roadies making stains
All my roadies are smoking bud
And all my roadies shoot 'em thangs
Suckers they can get none
Busters better check theirselves
But if you start tripping boy
That AK has it to your health

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
n*ggas are talking sh*t
You might even say they killed their damn self
We don't start sh*t
But we ain't done sh*t [?]
This gon be some bullets shot
A whole lot of shells hoe
A bunch of n*ggas stopped
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*cking score
Fool we got plastic too
You don't wanna roll with us
We'll roll right over you
Down for the [?]
f*ck a body bag
Get your ass a [?] 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
They tip on my shoulder mane
The satan they call a fool
The villain is in my veine
They are telling me to join this Click
To become a member mane
They telling me to kill a b*tch
And be like my father mane
Cause that killer is in my blood
I'm stuck in this situation
Only medicine I know is bud
I smoke blunts though they eat my mind
There'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're sitting in a dark room
Drinking gack and we're blowing guns
Now I wake up in the deep
Were high as f*ck from smoking black
Got a blunt in my mouth mane
And a p*ss [?] 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*cking deal
This show is called Kill at Will
The trealness is coming through
The 4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Is where I chill with my crew
Where my roadies is down
My n*ggas gotta get much respect
So make yourself or break yourself
And get your motherf*cking self to check
b*tches wanna jump and they get sawed off just a pump
This sh*t is just too thick with the click
So light this blunt 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 trai
Buck a motherf*cker
I don't duck if they shoot
All I need is one chance and this sh*t is gonna light up like [?beru?]
Leaving n*ggas on their back
From this smacking a gat
Loading a tone
[?] from my n*ggas but I'm p*ssing on your tombstone
Pop that trunk and shove your ass
You gon be a victim hoe
It's the end of your live
Cause all you got is a pocket knife
Lookin for them folks to bail you out this sh*t but now you do
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 sub[?] if you land
Dead on the [?] that's the way you're 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 [?]
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 motherf*cker MCP
4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Land on a tree
n*ggas slip and get killed
We don't [?] you hoes
Black Heaven bound motherf*cker
Straight out of Memphis
Memphis n*gga
On the [?] with this sh*t b*tch
10 Wanted Men
All my n*ggas up in this motherf*cker
And my n*ggas is not going to spare your motherf*cking life
Everybody die
When them bullets fly
Guns click on their motherf*cking hip b*tch
Who the f*ck is you think you're playing with
Boy
All this motherf*cking hate is going to stop
Get the anna off your chest
Or the anna get you dropped
Boy
Dirty south