Drakeo The Ruler, Ketchy the Great, Ralfy the Plug, Money Monk - Pow Right In The Kisser lyrics

(Thank you, Fizzle)

He ran up on the chop, he's a boxer
Pow, right in the kisser
This a stick, this a
Drum, I'll drop somethin', nigga
Pow, right in the kisser
I'ma shoot the K until the cops come
Pow, right in the kisser
We did him like that 'cause
He's a spot burner pow, right in the kisser
Pull up with the stick with the drum
Who wan' run with me?
Pow, right in the kisser
Stupid shells dumping out the chop
It's a hundiddy pow, right in the kisser
I'ma pull it out the Louis bag
Don't come for me pow, right in the kisser
I just stomped a nigga
In some Christian Louboutins
Pow, right in the kisser
I just shot a nigga granny house
Don't care who in there
Pow, right in the kisser
I can't trust the niggas that I hang with
They be shooting kids
Pow, right in the kisser

I'll smoke a nigga like a Swisher
Or a pack of cigs (You dig?)
Pow, right in the kisser
I'll pull on with a chop on
The opps and split a wig (For real)
Pow, right in the kisser
I broke his bitch, he poppin' it
Now I'm poppin' on Fig
Pow, right in the kisser
We didn't drive-by, we walked him down
Put him in a ditch pow, right in the kisser
I got this FN'll cross a nigga
Treat him like a Christian
(Like a Christian) pow, right in the kisser
In my Christian Louboutins runnin'
Chasin' me a victim pow, right in the kisser
The 762s flippin'll put him in a blender
Pow, right in the kisser
A bartender, I give him shots
Now he look drunk like he on liquor
(He look like he leanin', be sippin' on)
Pow, right in the kisser

Those are not Glocks, buddy
Those are ghost guns (Those ain't real)
Pow, right in the kisser
My homie smoked too many opps
He don't got no lungs
(He ain't even got no lungs)
Pow, right in the kisser
223 shells, nigga, that's for King Kong
(That's for them big-ass niggas)
Pow, right in the kisser
Go play that Ruth's Chris, bitch
That's my theme song
(We eat at Ruth's Chris every
Time we walk shit) pow, right in the kisser
In this Bally backpack is a big strap
(Got some shit that really can't
Even fit in this backpack)
Pow, right in the kisser he got flipped
Hollows turned him to a Big Mac
(Turned his dumb ass to
A burger or somethin')
Pow, right in the kisser
Dead man, that's a homie you can't get back
(He's no longer, he can't come back)
Pow, right in the kisser
Strippin' every buster nigga
At them kickbacks
(They have no chains on, bro)
Pow, right in the kisser

Ridin' around the city with two straps
I feel like John Wick (Feel like I'm Wick)
Pow, right in the kisser
Caught him front our store
So I flicked him like a Bic (Like a lighter)
Pow, right in the kisser
Bitches choosin' sides 'cause they
Knowin' we the shit
(We them niggas, we got sticks)
Pow, right in the kisser
We don't give 'em shit, we just run 'em
Then we dip (We dip, we run 'em)
Pow, right in the kisser bro dropped fifty
So I had to place the order
(The order, I placed it)
Pow, right in the kisser
Chop his head off and throw
His body 'cross the border
(I flipped him like a quarter)
Pow, right in the kisser
You is not a slider, nigga
You the hood porter pow, right in the kisser
You could date the bitch if you
Got the fee to afford her
(You can't buy that bitch)
Pow, right in the kisser

He's never coming back and that's that
Pow, right in the kisser
I'ma shoot it 'til my hand cramp
Pow, right in the kisser
I ain't finna go in bareback, bitch
Pow, right in the kisser
You love me, then come let my friends crash
Pow, right in the kisser
I caught him lacking in a C class
Pow, right in the kisser
We gon' have to run the beat back
Pow, right in the kisser
You go against the team, you need cash
Pow, right in the kisser
I caught his mama at the repass
Pow, right in the kisser

Another nigga dead, you gotta deal with it
(I mean it's been a long-ass time)
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You an internet thug
I'm in them real trenches
(You just pop it on the 'Gram
You weird-ass nigga)
Pow, right in the kisser
He wanna squabble up, I wanna kill niggas
(I'ma hit him with this chop
We ain't gon' box) pow, right in the kisser
I'm from the Stinc Team, it's all real niggas
(We runnin' shit, y'all weird)
Pow, right in the kisser
I nutted in her face and
Told her deal with it
(Splashed all on her motherfuckin' face)
Pow, right in the kisser
I was cooking in the county on the grill
Nigga
(I was whippin' up all type of fancy shit)
Pow, right in the kisser
I was really in K Town takin' field trips
(With Ling Ling, Mei Ling, Kim Jong
And all them) pow, right in the kisser
All dome shots, we tryna split wigs
(We tryna rearrange some shit)
Pow, right in the kisser

Man, niggas know what the fuck
Goin' on with niggas
(Pow, right in the kisser)
Man, he's never coming back and that's that
Nigga man let that shit go, bro, like
This shit is ridiculous like
(Pow, right in the kisser)
You niggas still holding onto grudges and all
That shit from three years ago, man, like
(Pow, right in the kisser)
I'm just saying, like, y'all niggas, like
Come on, bro, like (Pow, right in the kisser)
Like, like, it's over with bro, like
Man, like, like, come on, bro
(Pow, right in the kisser)
He's never coming back and that's that
Like (Pow, right in the kisser)
Like, just face it, bro, like y'all
Just holding onto this shit like, nigga
(Pow, right in the kisser)
What y'all gon' do, wait 'til
Somebody else get flipped? Like
What's goin' on?
Like (Pow, right in the kisser)
Yeah, exactly, nigga, yeah
(Pow, right in the kisser) ugh
(Pow, right in the kisser)
Pow, right in the kisser, pow
Right in the kisser, pow
Right in the kisser
(Pow, right in the kisser) ugh
Come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisser)
He's no longer (Pow, right in the kisser)