Devilish Trio Smoked Out Killaz Lyrics

[Verse 1: Baker]
Baker creepin' while you sleepin' on the track, that' to attack
Bustas out here runnin' lip; talking shit behind my back
If you hoe, bitch I'm foe, empathy I'm never showin'
Slowly rollin' in a stolen, blacked-out hearse with rims that's golden
Dim the lights, in the days, Smoked Out Killaz in a rage
Devilish is just our ways, the trio's here to set ablaze
Competition, its our mission, so I don't care who I'm hittin'
If you disrespectin' pimpin' then your f*cking head I'm splittin'
I don't give a f*ck, bitch, I bring it rough
Speaking through the static
If you think you tough; come and step
I'll show you who's the baddest
Never. Gave a. f*ck
I just get drunk and I smoke some weed
Shadows of the cut, resides the evil deep inside of me
Hear the angels weep, as I creep up from beneath
Evil shit is what I speak, this darker shit's what I believe
Feel the force, where's the score
In your head I have contort
Images of death and gore, brainwashed, killed and on the floor
Follow me, won't be missed
Never happy; always pissed
TENNGAGE, HYDRA MANE and BAKER bringing that devil shit [Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]
HYDRA MANE, in the shadows creeping with the Glock 9
All the bustas scatter when The Devil's Trio come around
3 killers from the SHOP, strapped up
Down for a murder man
Plastic curled up in my trunk
Rollin' down the f*ckin' strip
That's the f*ckin' devil shit
Smokin' dimes; 'stead I can't pronounce f*ckin' out the whip
Pulled up on your whole damn clique
What you standin' for?
Mass murder on your ass, like I'm Charlie Manson, hoe
Pimpin' since still pimpin'
On my grind, all the time
Get me back, to your head, if you try to f*ck with my point blank
And I gotta get my cheese, so I'm creepin' thru the night
In a blacked out hearse, got the devil by my side
Screamin' DOOMSHOP, DOOMSHOP
Til' I f*ckin' die
Got the Mossberg pump, and with that I take your life
First 40k, all these bustas defecate
On the playa from the south
When you're [?]
You get shot, to the ground
Dev-lish 3, in your town
f*ck with us; we bustin' rounds
Smokin' bud, by the pound
Here, I bring that evil sound

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