Mr. Hanky - K.I.L.L.A.S. lyrics

[Intro] You remember what happened last time When we brought the casket on stage You know what really happens? We told you you was gonna die We came on stage, looked you in your face and said You gon' die [Hook] Left the devil on the back roads In search of heaven on the path home In the raft I go n***as wanna have my soul Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo We did it. Juicy get em. (Flex) n***as start flexin', it's the Wesson (Flex) On these streets men bleed They respect it or they test it aim for the weak Them cowboys, I brought k**as with me Them cowboys, I brought k**as with me k**as with me, k**as with me, k**as with me You with them cowboys, I brought k**as with me [Verse 1: Fat Trel] You a cowboy I got k**as I got animals and gorillas I got silverbacks with them black macks And this trap rap no backpack Petty thieves in my rat trap Never preyed on the weak Last lay was on south beach and that b**h stay for a week 'Fore the white folk came Guns got blown, bodies on the ground and the brains on the floor Put the cash in the bag in the all black Jag In the bag in the trunk, next to the pump - bang Whether sun or rain I'm out here police know my name Neighbours hate when I'm stepping out Cause they already know what my weapon 'bout And that's murder - we k**ers And all my k**ers got knowledge And Loaded Lux is my teacher So middle finger to your college And ace's clip is my preachers DC bought me dollars And I named my first son Harlem And my manager bought me commas No drama, and I left [Hook] [Verse 2: Loaded Lux] I seen wise men come, I seen wise men go And in this violent lifestyle all they know They die for all their dough It's always a test the best gotta raise the rest I pray that less less is for the king of d**h Saved you flesh you guessing your brain suggest The game success? Think of it like a game of chess You in a lyrical circle individual virtues Get tested no question this feeling is personal And really get hurtful when the k**ing concerns you You learn to when there's no one to turn to Envision the verbal mental build of a slaughter house Slaughter all involved with the choice of doubt Fought in bouts to k** what it's all about The bill was real you fake gotta call you out The hardest out Party's 'bout to have all them out Well food for thought what counts Knowledge explained without pay And I'm kangaroo with this k Let them hold that Loaded Lux make 'em pay, they owe that Trilly Trel ring them bells, they know that Flick it up with the fans that's kodak Cause hell if I gotta go back [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] Cowboys and we k**as We hunt, so we eat Y'all bar the way, so y'all starve Peasants don't mingle with gods My body count a collage 9-11 my team So you can either jump in this ring Or get 'head get under my wing Silencers with them beams Loud cries and screams Drug dealers and fiends And every king need a queen [Verse 3: Loaded Lux] Me and my younger Trilly Trel goin' bonkers The monster from DC boy no comment We conscious and we be hoppin' out the tonkers Hear me know my old n******gs yonkers Harlem up in this motherf**er I offer to offer the most Awesome lyrics you lost in Sales get enormous endorsements Finna drop these kicks, Miguel at the concert n***as got to hold that Loaded Lux make 'em pay they owe that Trilly Trel ring them bells they know that Flick it up with the fans thats kodak Cause hell if I gotta go back [Hook]