[Chorus: Lil Bay & Bloody Bones]
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill-killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill-killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill-killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Droppin' him, droppin' 'em dead on they back and puttin' that pistol in his mouth, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Killers outta, killers outta, killers outta—
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill-killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Droppin' 'em, droppin' 'em dead on they back and puttin' that pistol in his mouth
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1: Blue]
[?]
[?] and my cousin got the chevy thang
Evergreen, murder scene, heard a ding, bring, drop off any buster with my motherfuckin' thang when I stang
Bitch you [?] reaper and our robberies doin' more dirty [?]
I know bitch you better proceed, cause I'm in need of cheese please, bitch
Do it with [?]
Hollow point tips in my clip when they rip to your hip tightly held by the wood grain grip
Pretty, got a Smith & Wesson, teach a lesson with a deadly [?] take you on a robbery trip
Niggas gettin' robbed and jacked, bodies been had throat slit
Automatic for this status seventeen shots from a motherfuckin' Glock
Knock, knock, bitch
Robbery is the choice, it's the voice of a North Memphis robber bitch
Body of a victim in a body bag, family sad cause I stick them quick
You don't wanna be the robber, 'cause you say it ain't no three
When I rob with them Glocks on them kilos and boxes I'll show your ass out, ready to get your cap peeled
Sirens of them po-po's them slow hoes, we gag those
'nother Michigan plate robbin' bitches so sweet
Still ready to creep through the streets on the go
Day another dollar grab a bitch by his collar
A handful of stash cash meetin' up dividends
Choke 'em and break 'em, smoke 'em and take 'em out
Evergreen's tryna rid the motherfuckin'
[Chorus: Lil Bay & Bloody Bones]
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill, killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buster ho, buster ho, buster ho—
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill, killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Droppin' him, droppin' 'em dead on they back and puttin' that pistol in his mouth, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Verse 2: Gangsta Gold & MC Money]
No reason why we try to make our cash in advance
A man's perfect plan when he's dealin' [?]
Steady petty cheese, wishin' these bring you bigger bucks
Growin', flowin' from the stang, takin' from you coning ducks
Boo, hoo, what you do, hoo when you victimized by the clip
Show your ass, flash your cash, pimpin', we gon' watch them slip
Stayin' crunk from the blunts, chiefin' creepin' to the spot
G, and me, and Dividends gon' triple as we make you hot
Smoked out loced in the alley with them Glocks cocked
Servin' splurgin' player haters makin' bitches' body drop
Ana' and the holy dope together make me wanna clown
Redrum on my mind, but first we just gon' lay 'em down
Hittin' on that dope, as we grab the masks so quickly
Gloves and a black coat, now you know it's on, G
Gold and Notorious now what's up with it, player?
Splurge, I heard them fuckin' killers outta Frayser
[Chorus: Lil Bay & Bloody Bones]
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill, killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill-killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Droppin' 'em dead, droppin' 'em dead on they back and puttin' that pistol in his mouth, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Verse 3: Notorious, Gangsta Gold & MC Money]
Clickin' back the ninas and the .45's
Never makin' a sound, as we creepin' up from behind
Caught you funky bitches out here slippin' on the trizzack
Now lay down all your profits hold that quarter pound and all your crack
Triflin' ass niggas, how you figure you could not be touched?
You dropped off what we wanted and the hollow tips and stanky mush
See your ass in hell 'cause you fail the true test in the game
Sissy bitch ass motherfucker burnt by the Frayser flame
Bloody murder, bloody crime seepin' out my wicked mind
Notorious the scandalous, the criminal you recognize
Bitch, witness this when I end thee, take your soul
P, O, P, I, N the clip, it's the Gangsta Gold
MC Money, robbin', mobbin' bitches and we on the creep
Deep for the nine, five, and ho, you bet not go to sleep
Your dollar signs caught our eyes we rob you for your cash, ho
G, I'm in, then I spend, now we in the wind, ho
[Interlude: DJ Sound]
Yeah, real motherfuckin' killers out the heart of Frayser
Takin' no shortage, no motherfuckin' losses
And makin' all you hoes drop it off when you get caught slippin'
And for you hoes who don't know what time it is
Watch your motherfuckin' back for the motherfuckin' demons out to get all you got, even if it means your life and soul
[Chorus: Lil Bay & Bloody Bones]
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill, killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill, killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Buster ho, buckle up, buster ho, buckle up
Killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Kill, killers outta Frayser, that's flat foot gonna lay ya
Droppin' 'em dead, droppin' 'em dead on they back and puttin' that pistol in his mouth, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Killers outta, killers outta, killers outta—
Killers outta, killers outta, killers outta, killers outta—
Buster ho, buster ho, buster ho, buster ho—
Buster ho, buster ho, buster ho, buster ho—
Killers outta, killers outta, killers outta Frayser
Kill, killers outta, killers outta, killers outta Frayser, kill—
Droppin' 'em dead, droppin' 'em dead on they back and puttin' that pistol in his mouth
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
'bout, 'bout, 'bout, 'bout—
