CLICKIN’ Baker Ya Maker (Ft. HYDRA MANE)

[Verse 1: Baker]

Creepin deep I'm in the back, 6 killaz Down strapped with mask

The smoke is deep in throat an these flames are what have been spoken

Internal viscous my being, won't you come follow me, to the pits of what's unseen

An eternally burn in peace

Hear the blast, uh oh, I fade into crazed daze

Murder my choice and I do it in rage, no feel of remorse when I'm out on the blaze

The tenn... it flash, Gage shootin with no mask, Hydra taken care of witnesses and I'm grabbin the cash, and then we dash

Clean getaway, live to stang another day, hit the spot an stash the grip an wait till the heat to go away

Insane with the devilish trio here to tell ya bitch

Take care ya bidnezz trick, ain't tryin to make friends in this shit

Underground southern sound mystic with this twist I spit

Now look around fear is bound, you bustas to weak for this shit

Never will I fuck with suckas, 2 thick buckin with my brothers, low down, can't be found, from the mist we cause destruction

[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]

It's them demons that control my fuckin soul

Mane these bustas got me clickin' on your life I'm takin' hold

Got this Ana on my chest so I be puffin' devil smoke

Stand around your fuckin' body watch ya rot and decompose

Know that then playas be creepin' we sleepin crypts

Puffin the cheeba this blunt to my lips

Hiding from people we deep in the mist

Callin' to Satan I'm needin my fix

We be clicked up with the devil's kind

Conjurin plans of homicide

The backness slowly fills my eyes

Bitch it's a sacrifice

This the tales of a couple killas from the shouth

Baker got the fully loaded hammer pointed to your mouth

Begging for your life we cannot hear your prayers are worthless

Now prepare to meet your maker cause the Mane is here to take you down

Fucked in the head

Grab my Jason mask it's certain now you're dead

I thought you knew my bolts stay loose I love this death and torture shit