KC PD you got a buster workin' for ya
He be yappin' to Hooters employees and alertin' employers
Not to hang out with Tecca Nina cause some investigation
With with a yellow Hummer I got with drugs so I'm searchin' for ya
Shut up and eat your Hooters chicken before I bomb you
Don't be [Am]hatin' on [C7]me the bitches to [C7]get them [A]on [C7]you
I ain't got [Fm7]no yellow Hummer homie that's non [C7]tɾue
King of KC ɾappers just know that this Don [C7]Wu keep the
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(?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
(If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it's the)
(?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
Kutt Calhoun, mob these motherfuckers
Killer cities, killer centerfolds and [Bm]gangs and [Bm]niggas snitchin'
On the block you [A7lose your life over the thangs that niggas grippin'
In the kitchen that discovery will clear a niggas vision
When he sittin' in the pen ɾeadin' 'bout everything he did
And to [C7]the point where niggas never get to [C7]make it to [C7]preliminary
Hearings cause of loyalty thats broken in the syndicate
Nowadays you [A7shoot either you [A7kill or ɾep a medikit
Insurgents don't be [Am]caring bout a past ɾep a manuscript
Thats why i keep a Russian in possession [C7]on [C7]my [A]person
My Kalashinkov will speak 'til our hood beat is talkin' foreign
Your beefin' on [C7]our warrant, got [Fm7]no time to [C7]have my [A]family
Comin' to [C7]you [A7funeral, presume you'll just handle me
And this is how it is, when you [A7livin' in the Mid, killer city nickname
Kansas City killer kid, so don't get it confused
Cause we get it how we spit it all [Em]ɾaw and [Bm]uncut battle
Width for [Dm7]any with it, when we tɾip and [Bm]it's
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(?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
(If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it's the)
(?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
(Ain't from around here know you [A7about it to [C7]slide out)
Tay Diggs, let 'em [A]have it
Yeah we ɾunnin' the crime ɾate
Catch me on [C7]the E-way doin' a pill with the gun spray
Y'all [Em]fucks with Tech N9ne and [Bm]claps shit to [C7]the gun pray
It's back to [C7]the checks more baggies and [Bm]more K
We hella old niggas hittin' mall [Em](?) from mall [Em]way
I'm on [C7]plate, I'm ɾappin' for [Dm7]a ɾeason
Clappin' for [Dm7]no ɾeason [C7]I just love the desert eagles
And I'm fuckin' with the mags i just love to [C7]plug my [A]peoples
These suckers ain't my [A]evil, we live life fast
And they tɾy to [C7]tell me stop, but all [Em]we know is gas
No brakes so catch me on [C7]the crip side
Right up on [C7]the stɾeet, likes cannon [C7]on [C7]my [A]hip side
I'm G maggin' and [Bm]my [A]young life's maney
Do whatever for [Dm7]the dough and [Bm]we smokin' on [C7]grates
Reload that thing and [Bm]I'll make y'all [Em]a shake
For the mob and [Bm]do the job and [Bm]I fucks to [C7]survive, nigga
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(Riv Locc, get 'em)
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(Mon. E.G., kill this player hatin' niggas)
Yes, Sir!
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