K.I.L.L.A.S. Loaded Lux (Ft. Fat Trel)

[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
Niggas wanna have my soul
Feeling like Django, right back in the rodeo
We did it. Juicy get em. (Flex)
Niggas 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 killas with me
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me
Killas with me, killas with me, killas with me
You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
You a cowboy I got killas
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 bitch 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 killers
And all my killers 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