Stop Flow - Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon

Young Thug, taking over the club

Every month I’m on new dubs, they think I sell drugs

Cause I flip the newest whips, and strip the baddest dips

I be in they lips and hips, without tricking my chips

You old dudes, tricking off your cash

To experience some old ass, that I had in the past

Like a pimp I smash and dash, I conquer my task

She was bad before I hit, but now the bitch is trash

I don’t like to play house, I don’t like to play spouse

I been there and done that boo, that shit played out

Honestly I feel like, all women are freaks

And who you know under 40, that don’t cheat

So save the bullshit, and just let a nigga hit

I send you home to your man, smelling like dick

I send you home to your man, nut on your outfit

You better think quick, or get kicked out bitch

As we proceed…

You fucking with Killa, these bullets’ll hit your tissue

Like Sports Illustrated, you’ll get your issue

When the mack flash your ass, or get your picture

Put on an obituary, and your click will miss ya

Motherfucker I’m Killa, Kyleon when I clutch the Glock

Your ass and your elbows, finna touch the block

Hide your cash your elbows, you better tuck your rocks

I’m sorta like Deebo, when I touch the block

When I bust the shots, it look like the jaws of life

Cause I’ll open up your chest, and have you scarred for life

I’m killing niggas with the flow, because the bars I write

The bars I write, might put me behind bars for life

Murder he spoke, all because of this murder he wrote

Keep murdering folks, everytime it’s a murder provoked

This killer ain’t the only thing, that a murder smoke

So try to test me if you want, and I’ll murder you folk

I’m Kyleon, nope I’m not Adran’s brother

I’m a Boss Hogg Outlaw, I rap cadran’s brother

And the flow that I spit, is so amazing brother

You can’t reach me on the phone, well try paging me brother

Got niggas that’s with us, that play for the bro’s

Got pimps with us, that play with the hoes

Rayface pull out the low, so we can play with the fo’s

All you hoes get naked, do away with your clothes Killa