[Intro: Tommy Wright III]

Bitch-ass nigga

Tommy Wright in this motherfucker

With my nigga, Mac Ramsey

Recognize

[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey]

I'm the lunatic, psychopathic mad man, kill at will

Buck on the track, I'm makin' stangs, no more petty deals

Catch a nigga slippin', then I click and grab the yalk to black

Voices in my mind, and them bitches screamin', "Kill 'em Mac"

Schizophrenic villain from Magnolia, but they call psychotic

One time steppin’ on the track, them hoes wanna know who shot him

But ain’t nothin' seen, nothin' heard, ain't no solve to drop

Real niggas game fo’ a stang, from the old block

Takin’ care of business, dumpin’ bitches, kickin’ in doors n’ shit

The Click is just too thick

Magnolias dark side, you don’t hear me trick

Real pimp niggas cuttin' heads, known for housin' hoes

Stangin’ all you bustas with the 14’s in my gold

All my roadies real player, all my roadies makin' stangs

All my roadies smokin' bud, and all my roadies shootin' them thangs

Suckers they can get none, busters better check theyselves

But if you start trippin', boy, that AK hazardous to your health

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]

Niggas talkin' shit, you might as well say they killed they damn self

We don’t start shit, but we ain’t barrin' shit, now that’s our rep

It’s gon' be some bullets shot, a whole lot of shells, dawg

A bunch of niggas dropped, and a lot of fuckin' guns cocked

That's the way this shit is gonna roll, when we kill a bitch

I'm Tommy Wright, I’m down with this Magnolia Crime Click

Now you know the fuckin' sko, fool we got plastic too

You don’t want no war with us, we'll roll right over you

Down for the count, fuck a body bag, get your ass a hefty bag

Throw you on my shoulder while you’re gettin' dragged

Down to the fuckin' creek, blood trails on the street

Come in the house and go to sleep

'Cause we know you're just that weak

[Verse 3: Lil Ramsey]

There’s a demon inside of me, controllin' my every move

That chip on my shoulder mane, the sight that they call a fool

The villain is in my veins, they're tellin' me to join this Click

To become a member, mane, he’s tellin' me to kill a bitch

And be like my father, mane, 'cause the killer is in my blood

I'm stuck in this situation, only medicine I know is bud

I smoke blunts 'cause they ease my mind, it’s a demon inside of me

Got nowhere to run, he's even there when I go to sleep

But I keep on dreamin', I'm smokin' bud with the devil's son

We sittin' in a dark room, drinkin' yac, and we blowin' guns

Now I wake up in a deep sweat, high as fuck, from smokin' blink

Got a blunt in my mouth, mane, and a pitchfork across my feet

I go click like a mad man, grabbed a knife and have thoughts to kill

[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]

Don't tell 'em no more, my nig', they all know the fuckin' deal

This song is called “Kill at Will”, the thrillest is comin' through

The 4 Corners Pimpin Ville, is where I chill with my crew

My roadies is down, my niggas gotta get much respect

So make yourself or break yourself, and get your fuckin' self in check

Bitches wanna jump and they get sawed off just like a pump

This shit is just too thick with the click, so light this skunk and bump this hit

Time for that nigga named Tommy Wright to elevate

And if you heard my last tape, you know this Crime Click don't trate

Fuck a motherfucker, I ain't gon' duck, if they shoot

All I need is one chance, this shit gon' light up like Beirut

Leavin' niggas on they back, from the smack of the gat

Loadin' the tone, flowers for my niggas but I'm pissin' on your tombstone

Pop that trunk and show your ass, you gon' be a victim, hoe

It's the end of your life, 'cause all you got is a pocket knife

Lookin' for them folks to bail you out this shit, but now you through

Tryna call for backup like the motherfuckin' cops do

Drop you off into a river, nigga that's the plan

Swim back to the bank, but you can't, so try if you can

Dead on arrival, that's the way you gon' be found

I can't even count the niggas in the field, that we killed at will

[Outro: Tommy Wright III]

These niggas really don't know

Street Smart til' we depart

Fuck with us and get murdered, bitch

We don't give a fuck about you hoes

Mac Ramsey, Magnolia

We in this motherfucker, F-C-P

4 Corners Pimpin Ville, land of the trill

Niggas slip and get killed

We don't bare' you hoes

Black Heaven bound, motherfucker

Straight out of Memphis, Memphis, nigga

On the map with this shit, bitch

10 Wanted Men

All my niggas up in this motherfucker

And my niggas is not going to spare your motherfuckin’ life

Everybody die, when them bullets fly

Guns clipped on our motherfuckin' hips, bitch

Who the fuck did you think you playin' with, boy

All this motherfuckin' hatin' gon' stop

Get the ana' off your chest, 'fore the ana' get you dropped

Boy, Dirty South