Lyrics: Dj Drama & Lil Wayne. Dedication 3: Gangsta Grillz. Dedication 3.

(feat. Mack Maine, Willie the Kid, Gudda Gudda)

[Hook:]
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
And this is just a mixtape, Damn

[Chorus:]
And I'm a Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kas come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz with me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killa in me

[Hook 2:]
I'm bouta kill um
I'm bouta kill um
Cause I'm a bouta kill um
I'm bouta kill um
So f**k it I'm a kill um
So f**k it I'm a kill um
So f**k it I'm a kill um
So f**k it I'm a kill um (ya)

[Chorus:]
And I'm a Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz with me
But you should be afraid of me

[Verse: Mack Mane]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus I spit like a crack head with no teeth
I hear you lil niggaz barkin', you want more beef
You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like delareece, I need celery
Mo' money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin' me
I'm young Lucifer
Take um all to hell with, Ya
Drop um off in a fire storm
Why young squad get a riot on
If he testify like common see the fire up on me
If you know what's best muthaf**ka get yo quite on
These niggaz starving out hit getting there diet on
While I'm eatin nigga grippin on my stereophon
One man game nigga I'm a die alone
For now I'm with ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on

[Verse: Willie The Kid]
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bra I push pro v's like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggaz tambourine
Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine
Gators day, they say it's mascara wear'as
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is my scal
We NAPA kill like a hot towel
All my hoes hostile
Not me, never tell me not now
Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya bra
Move for mova
We leave your brain with more air
Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired of lyin'
But I know it's hard like a tire iron
But yet it complex like it's Mayan science
Or Aztec math
Crazy as a must have
I feed niggaz like a mess'ar
And yes shir,
It's Willie high dress'ar
Or like a stylist
Nobodies cry is this
You crazy, I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist

[Chorus:]
And I'm a Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz with me
But you should be afraid of me

[Hook 2:]
Cause I'm a kill um
I'm a kill um
Ya I'm a kill um
Yes I'm a kill um
And I'm a kill um
I'm a kill um
I'm a kill ummummu

[Verse: Gudda Gudda]
They say powder makes you hyper
Reafer makes you call'
Cigabutts give u castable
Booze make you dawg
While I sip the purple harlot
Think it's my sudden draw
Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no draws
They got bats up in the cave
Upside down blood rushin' to they head
They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound
Pitchin for the crown
Uptown ball face painted like a clown
Signs pictures from the chapters
Praverbs look levitachis
Old ass rappers complainin what the business is
Bouta state a hip
Soundin like some bitches have yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick
It's ridiculous the new school nigga
What you need to do is...

[Hook 2:]
Cause I'm a kill um
I'm a kill um
Ya I'm a kill um
Yes I'm a kill um
And I'm a kill um
I'm a kill um
I'm a kill ummummu

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carria gon get popped
If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped
He gon drop like a flop
On the court I love sports
That's why I play my b*tches cause I got game
That's why you pay my b*tches (Yaay)
Same hustle no money
I'm just hip hop feelin' two bunnies
Hoe run it, b*tch nigga muaaw
That was French, nigga not
A kiss, nigga na
No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4
They say I f**ked so and so
And I be like so, so and so
Nike's on they neck, they like look me brave
I'm sorry but I can't pisses how we feed
This is why we hot
This is how we fees
To fast to follow
This is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy
This is how we shootin and this is how we leave
No return steal, this is how we easyin'
You can get the steal if you try these things now
Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees
And I'm haters say we couldn't this is why we bees
This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'
Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'
Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground