(*talking*)
Run it, Houston Texas
You now rocking, with the Killa Kyleon
Hit spitter n*gga, hey
[Hook]
We Boss Hogging, up in here
That's what we do, we Boss Hogging
We Boss Hogging, up in here
That's what we do, we Boss Hogging
We Boss Hogg in this motherf*cker
We Boss Hogg in this motherf*cker (what you say)
We Boss Hogg, in this motherf*cker
We Boss Hogg, in this motherf*cker
[Kyleon]
I got money, but Killa don't spoil her
And after I cut her mayn, Killa don't call her
Now that's the true, definition of a baller
Knock a chick down, and don't give a chick a quarter
I'm a candy blue, 22 inch crawler
7-45, I retired my Impala
I'm a hustler, all about a dolla
And if it ain't about money, I ain't gon holla
Plus I'm a pimp, I'mma pop my colla
Po' up the white cup, then take a swalla
The best rappers, will respect that n*gga
And if the beat jamming, I'mma wreck that n*gga
I'm the greatest, get it through your melon n*gga
I'm the best yet, I been telling n*ggas
A hot boy, I've been selling n*gga
Cause this man's on fire, I'm Denzel'ing n*ggas
[Hook]
[Kyleon]
I'm not a reverend, but I preach to these n*ggas
I'm one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these n*ggas
I comfortably speak heat, to these n*ggas
All you other cats whack, I been peeping these n*ggas
Not a DJ, but K slay n*ggas
Killa with the flow, I DK n*ggas
The best rapper, since that BK n*gga
2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway n*gga
My name's Killa, I'll lyrically murder ya
You're not a rapper, if I ain't heard of ya
You not getting good dope, if I ain't serving ya
You're not getting whipped G, what are you nervous for
I spit facts, on the track boy
I'm even known in St. Louis, and I ain't a track boy
Ask around, I'm the hottest n*gga rapping
With just another gat, that's on the track yapping