Killin’ Shit

[Intro: Yung Dirt & Bullet]
Yeah
Yeah
That's right

[Verse 1: Full Clip & Cell Block]
F-U-L-L C-L-I-P
Full Clip murderin' shit on our fourth LP
Keepin' it killer, thug, and straight up OG
Takin' your beat and runnin' your shit, it's our money
Your loss is my gain, so check this right here (Yeah!)
Even if you didn't lose it, I'm still takin' it (Hell yeah!)
My hollowtips in your chest make for a murder scene
No remorse, no conscience in this killin' machine

[Verse 2: Foe Foe]
I'm on some killin' shit, I kill a bitch quick
Cut it with Bisquick, and serve it to 'em thick on the strip
Hit 'em hard like my truck when I'm beatin' the whip
You wanna start? I got a pump that'll end this shit
Bandanas on my face, saw the witnesses
Ain't seen a fuckin' thing when I clip this kid
I'm killin' everything from bitches to CDs
I'm a bad dream waitin' to happen to police

[Chorus]
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin', everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun (Killin' shit!), pop one (Killin' shit!)
Everybody run when the gauge spit

[Verse 3: Lil' Shank]
I'm on some killin' shit, mashin' with a pistol grip
Murder in my eyes, with the temper of a lunatic (Yeah)
Don't matter how I try, they 'bout to die when I'm doin' this
Push the fuckin' trigger as I'm runnin' 'em for all they shit
And all they whips and all they chips, run it all, I need that bro
Pockets inside out, Deboin' them hoes
Call it 187 when the target is locked
Best to duck the fuck down 'fore your ass get shot

[Verse 4: Cell Block]
I smoke more blunts than a little bit, steady on some killin' shit
Everyday the same, floatin' in the whip
Don't surround to flip the switch ridin' three wheel
With a hand up out the window and it's wrapped around the steel
Let slugs spray out at will, give a fuck on how you feel
A Ryda's on the block, and he's huntin' for the kill
Line the suckers up on the center of the dash
Ain't no way they gettin' away, 'cause I'm mashin' on the gas (Rydas!)

[Chorus]
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit

[Verse 5: Yung Dirt]
Oh no, it's the motherfukin' Kikdoe
Blast off the master lock, now everybody hit the floor
They kill 'em all, it's like I'm caught up in a genocide
Ammunition cease, see 'cause ain't no fuckin' where to hide
So line 'em up and set 'em up for the execution
Nine-millimeter loaded and it's set on distribution
With no confusion, they can make it all clear
Everybody fuckin' dyin' 'fore I step the fuck up outta here

[Verse 6: Bullet]
Keep your eyes on my death tool, (Oh shit!) you're goin' dizzy
Who is he? The one that keep the coroners busy
You see the buck flash, you'd have ducked fast, you a fucked ass
Single barrel pump wavin' out the black truck, blast!
I'm on some killin' shit, so real I'm dealin' this shit (Come on)
A quarter big in cash or coke, I'm sealin' a hit
'Cause I'm a Ryda, (Whoop) and with this .45, I'll divide you (Plaow!)
Leave you dead and peel off, won't even try to hide you

[Chorus]
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit
We on some killin' shit, we into killin' shit
Ain't no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit
Shotgun, killin' shit, pop one, killin' shit
Everybody run when the gauge spit

[Outro: Bullet & Yung Dirt]
Psychopathic Rydas, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah (That's right, bitch)
We comin' to check your shit in
Give it up or we dumpin'
And peelin' rydin' dirtay (Duck down, motherfucker)
Duk Da Fuk Down (What?)
Duck down, duck down, motherfucker
Duk Da Fuk Down