Hey hey bone did it man so you mean you got it t

I p killer mike lil john and bun b

So that's the king of the south the underground king

The king of krum and king kong holler the same song

Hey john they ain't readyand it don't matter

The trap my n**a I got them h**s on my line

Swerving on these niggas I got the w**e up in the bag

Bumping in the speakers I got the weed on my side

Smoking on that killer in the hood where I'm at

Trapping with my niggas I got the new killer ki ki

Killer killer killer killer

Come yeah come yeah I'm paying

I know you come together

Don't come to the gang

Rasley too long

What you wanna do home

I'm feeling pulling till you feel like a newborn

T I p mike and bun b

Yeah what you better be with war just the king

Now we heads of a legacy

Leaders of the new south

Fake niggas move by talking loud and crowd

But thesedead with a tool lie

I'm the n**a they be asking

What we gonna do by might told me

F**k them n**a brain that new new eye

Paint the shit

Bit by the cat and brain the twenty twos out

Put the city back on top

Just separate the fool now

We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now

Can't keep playing both sides

The fans you got to choose now

Realists are the real of the fakers of the faith

You got it on your chance shawty

Say it to my faith

When you hold your necessary

You only rest until you wake

And we go show the people with it

Really ills in the air I got them bows on the line

What swerving on these niggas got the whole in the back

Yeah bumping in this b**h I got the weed on my side

What smoking on that killer in the hood where I'm at

Try me with my niggas I got the new new killer

Ki ki killer killer killer killer killer

Killer killer killer killer

Got a man of bro hard handle love no four trap

Scrambler need me needs to get the g's to my manager

My back then made for action

Body bagging at your bag

And I drag them through the river

Like a bad yellow n**a I'm mashing with pop passion

Busting first no question

Askyou gone out that water

Rolling thinking you can hold me

I'm king kong on every track no k bill can hold me

I f**d up f**d up when I f**d up f**d up

It's what between the speakers

Deepers all in your trunk

My daddy raise no fact myboy ain't had no punk

We don't hesitate on negotiate we pop chevy trunk

From the home of coca cola I'm not referring to soda

I'ma grind till I shine or die going for mine

Six soil by my side

Swerving and blowing pine

Don't be a victim to a killer be a father to your son

This reaction killeri got them bows on my line

Swerving on these niggas I got the whole bring the

Bag bumpin' in the speakers I got the weed on my side

Smokin' on that killer in the hood

Where I'm at

I got the new killer k k k k k k

I got killerto die like a man and survive like a p**n

I'm no coward I'm drunk power

You get in twin tower devour it's a shit storm

And you 'bout to get showered

From raw accounted to harris pasadena to paris

I embarrassed niggas on chrome wheels

As big as a ferris

Cause there is no weed no how I staylow key

Low brow in that black on black on black in the lac

Cause I'm so wild

I get drunk off that I be high off this

I might pop one of those it don't matter

My n**a I don't miss they put me high on list

Where players are posted

But don't players we posted up on corners

When they say it get broke thick

And the prayers get toasted

Cause I keep the flame on the face for the game

Leave a stain on anything

I put my name on disrespecting a tech a pack

A player like woody

Cause ain't nothing

Keep a trill n**a down ass cool joe goodie

I got them bows on my line what

Swerving on these niggas

I got the w**e up in the bag

Yeah bumping in this b**h

I got some weed on my side what

Smoking on that killer in the hood

Where I'm at huh

Trapping with my niggas I got the new new killer

Getting connectedcook cook killer

Cut cut cut killer cut killer cut killer

Cut cut cut killer cut killer cut killer

All I gotta say is suck

Mc's better runthe debate

Is now who's the greatest

Mc t I p kill them like a bond

We are not doing this for fun

This is a blood sport mc's are dying

Mothers are crying

And wack ass niggas will go out tryi am

It is officially a new day

I am officially the new mouth

And these are the mc's are a new south