Maniac Blac - Billy the Kid (feat. Vic Smitty) Lyrics

Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams
Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams
Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams
Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams

I go like nitrous I'm on like a light switch keep it three hundred like king Leanitos
The flow be way more potent the angle dust
Been in the game so long we got more stripes then the bangles does
My flow the nicest they aint go like this
Look we run a tight op every kill righteous
So tell me have you seen her, wrist aquafeena
Everytime we hit the spot its poping like nina
Just check the demeanor the flow is more meaner
I'm a have to cream ya if soon as you step in the arin
Flow hot as jalapenia's, no talking no sepena's
Im a hyena you gone have to call yo team up
Wanna catch fade you gone leave with a clean cut
About my money like green dot vvs beamed up
Flow calculated you dealing with a genius
Running yo mouth like a hoe is how you get your neck ringed up

Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams
Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams
Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams
Billy the kid, with a gun in my hand, and an African tan, and a couple of grams

Look i need a check I get that money and stack it
Won't stop until I have it, i use to living lavish
You's a drown you's a clone, you'll get blown like a gasket
I hit the both hit the track and put the mic up in a casket
Take a stab at it catch me in traffic
Look i move with tactics is why the flow is fantastic
If i go psychopathic you a get dropped like a classic
I'm living for my love ones dieing young is so tragic
Its the maniac I'm good with the mathematics
And tricks is for kids hoe and i don't need magic
Had to shake these haters off just like a bad rabbit
Just when you thought you made you point i been past it
I'm about to leave these negas heart broke
I'm a bring the pain until they feel nothing but sorrow
Every time i hit the both i leave it smoking like a mar barrow
Cuz I'm burnt and I stay turnt like the nob broke