Blow In Killa - Killa Kyleon, Boss Hogg Outlawz

Smoking on this killa, I’m sipping on some’ing good

Comin down in some’ing candy, and I’m grippin on some’ing wood

I’m leaning and feeling good, man a nigga too gone

Moving slow like cars, going through a school zone

Kyleon, got the drank in the mix again

And he blowing on them hydro, sticks again

With a nice dime yellow bone, bitch again

Finna open her mouth pull it out, and stick it in

I know they like the way them non-stoppers, twist and spin

The way they make all the young boppers, throw fits and grin

No fifths of Henn, cause my niggas don’t like getting drunk

We like firing the blunts, and we like getting crunk

So open and cock the pump, in your mask and push ya

And punk you suckas, like Ashton Kutcher

And let bullets get in your head, like Aspirin nigga

I’m a Boss Hogg Outlaw, if you asking nigga

You better show some respect, when I’m passing nigga

Before I have ya ass, hundred yard dashing nigga

I’ma use my shit, if I’m flashing nigga

Pull the trigga, and put one up in your fashion nigga

(*scratching*)