Boof Pack 3 City Morgue

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Aight, I'm tired of these niggas always talkin' down on us (Okay)
Drag they dead bodies with a tow truck
Aight, I'm tired of these bitches, in the crib, tryna fuck (Wassup?)
Back then, they was never ever lovin' us
Until the drop top down (Huh?), pull up to your town (Huh?)
With a big ass stick (Huh?), and a big ass handle (Huh?)
I'll lay 'em to the ground, dawg (Huh?), never be found, dawg (Huh?)
Pocket knife, whip out (Huh?), wardog, stick out (Huh?)
Ours cut livers (Bitch), leak out leakers (Bitch)
Drop on a witness, we don't take no pictures (Yeah)
My young bulls flippers, lead them like Attila (Yeah)
You ain't already down, we don't fuck with you niggas (Nah)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Ran up, make your boy fold (Nigga, man up)
Ran down, uppin' that pole (Nigga, man up)
Fire if it ain't shit to let it go (Nigga, man up)
Fire if it ain't shit to let it go (Nigga, man up)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
Scrape the pot, whip it with the butter knife (Work)
Stab niggas up, with my other knife (Bitch)
My niggas comin' home from West State bids
Heard you got them bricks, duct taped to kids (Gimme that)
Run around pussy, with your head chopped off (Blaow)
Fuck around nigga, get your head shot off (Rrah)
Heard you rat a nigga when the feds got y'all (Rat)
Pull up, in a Rari, color red hot sauce (Skrr)
Say "hello", to my little friend hoe (Rrah)
Draco bitch, with the extendo (Rrah)
Fake ass nigga, what set you claiming? (Fuck outta here)
Pussy ass nigga, had to pay his way in (Mula)