Big Scrilla Lyrics - Killa Tay

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[Killa Tay]

Uh huh, Yeah

We gone call this one big scrilla

For all my niggas out there thug pimpin

D-1A up in this muthafucka, ya' know For yall sucka xxx niggas, uh

Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you aint rappin right nigga

Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga

Supposed to be hard, but y'all ain't actin like niggas

Probably go both ways like a hermaphrodite nigga

Bitch mades cant get no love

I hit the highway like O.J, with blood on my gloves

I roll like young buck, homies wanna hang with me

But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously

I'm thug pimpin, from ?? to Australia

Never been a failure better believe it when I tell ya

Sell you nothin but the A-1 yeh

The innovator, pistol players manditory one shot

To end the story the glory days is over

If you dont work, you dont eat

All that talkin is cheap mayne, this hustle game is deep

Back from the ??, west cola till they burry me

With a bullet in my casket

To lift my soul and keep them scared of me

Work, like chemotherapy, when i let loose with the ??

So relentless, we sneakin, and creepin and keepin it off the hinges

Bullys wit Fullys pullin strings like Jimi Hendrix

Fuck a trick biotchh, when it comes to my click, my love is illest, IIIII -stick em like syringes, hard, heavy and devy

I do whatever it take in life to make continous fetti

Ready and willing killin them all off like nazi's

No time for the he say she say we stay sloppy of that broccolli,

we mob deep

[Chorus]

Ride for my niggas

Stay on the grind down to die for my niggas

We real killas, big scrilla

Blazin up doja zips

Nigga, one false move and its over with, we blast

And mash hard, livin large like a rock star lookin out for cop cars

Mob life is, money over bitch, xxxx a snitch, we the niggas hittin licks,

flippin bricks gettin rich off tricks

[Killa Tay]

I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto

Imagine if im livin in dead, head hauncho

All up on your shit, westside represent,

money and dope xxxx a bitch, im a balla and a pimp

Nigga we real ridas, aint no studio killas

Leavin them hurt, doin the dirt, puttin in work for the scrilla

We mofioso, xxxx the po-po, federali's and task

Got fifth cap, when i ride around and the funk down we blast

Skid off in they xxx like gas, and get my strike on

Hit the back route to my ?? cause im sleepin with my nikes on

I'm seein facin hearin voices at my window

Maybe these niggas is comin for me or maybe its the indo

Sometimes I feel like I'm the that's doin ??

Cause I'm shady to my own lady, smokin up all my dank

Down to blow, been funkin wrong lately

I'm under pressure, with a tazer under my pillow

and a glock on top of my dresser

My xxxxx say I'm paranoid, and my momma think I'm special

But xxxx them, I cant trust nobody but Dan Wessern

Its a, cold game, they only know me by my code name

Agent 187, smobbin ?? sprayin cocaine

[Chorus]

[Killa Tay]

Damging bodies is a hobby they try to stop me but i mash hard

Livin on the run like a track star so why act hard

You know we packin when its time for some action

These niggas never see me like revy jackson

We be taxin they xxx like IRS, I bring death

They call me the grim reaper, creepin and sneakin em with the left

Till they tone death my tank on F, I smash out

I ain't no punk smokin dope blunts till I pass out

I'm a rida, I love my momma mayne I'm puttin in work

And doin dirt, skeet skirt, off the block, xxxx the cops

I'm the bully on the block, with fully on the spot

When you see us ain't no love, we some thugs on the spot

Watch, these papers gone turn

Before the burn my im like a crooked attorney

My money dirty like a football jersey at halftime

Cause a nigga on a savage xxx rhyme poppin my 9 for my past time

But now I make mine the honest way

Cant let em xxxx me like they did my folks ??

My momma say im in too deep, but i cant change

And it seem like my baby boy gone grow up doin the same thang

Gotta gang bang, gotta make change

Caught up in this thug shit, busta catch a slug quick

It ain't no love trick

I got hoes, from the crest side to the east side O'

We get a sack and hit the track and ride slow thug livin nigga

[Chorus till end]

I ride for my niggas

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