Everybody Killa King Lil G

[Intro]
Yeah, Eighteen motherfuckers
We gonna ride on you bitch made motherfuckers like this
Can't handle this!

[Hook]
Eighteenth Street, it's full of motherfuckers killin' enemies
All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride
La-lalala-la-la-la-la

[Verse 1: King Lil G]
I let loose all these motherfuckers, regular mash
Packin' heats under car seats, looking for temps
And really fuck any motherfucker who ain't with it
Eighteen Street 1-0-6 is everybody killa
We roll with the [?], hundred clicks
Deeper than a motherfucker
Can't nobody fuck with this
Can't you see? We unstopabble
Cycos droppin' bodies son, it's logical
That all these punk bitches is my enemies
We ride for the cause and walk on the top, most wanted
We droppin' the dust for the ones we lost, we wrote it
Don't test the BEST, so the homie don't get in your chest punks
Minorities are dying first, fucking with us
Inglewood One Eight Street set
Fuck a little twat and a bitch maypeck!
Who wanna die next? We real, explicit listening
For a minute, and this one is goin' out for my motherfucking dog, Wicked!