Big K.R.I.T. - B4SXSW lyrics

[Intro: DJ Dibia$e] The kings is back, mayne We back for SXSW 2015 We took 2014 off but we back, mayne B4SXSW... [Verse: Big KRIT (voice screwed)] Still waiting on my just due Candy paint, got it oak blue On the outside looking inside... At these non-believers hollering, "f** you!" Cause they ain't playa, barely paid Working 9-5 just to scrape some change While I was flexin' chrome, with a yellow bone With a fat a**, [?] face Slid in the p**y like a cross fader And jigged in it like all day No love lost, my team floss We gon' break 'em off, 'til we all paid And that's word to Steve-O, [?] Big Sant and Smoke DZA Multi til' the sun die f** if you don really f** with it That fake love don't mean sh** Talking about we been partners Matter of fact you ain't got to spin my records I sell out shows and make [?] And it make sense, f** what you heard [?] I k** songs 'til the beats gone And hold a memorial service like right after Another chapter, another topic Your personality is so out of pocket My bank account like, "I'm too full." Your bank account like, "You need to stop it." It's just a hobby, you ain't getting bread Just a dream if there's no cream You wake up starving I wake up calling For a b**h to feed me like Akeem Watching Pain in Full on 5 screens Franchise with like 5 rings Dope enough to k** 5 fiends And you done played along for 5 teens And that's on the real Show my grill Pop my trunk and one finger whip Bangin' Screw like, "What it do?" A Mississippi Pimp with some Texas shiiit! Believe that there Make it where a bad b**h need that there f** the world and bust a nut in her And tell that b**h she can see that there On the front of Forbes, gonna' G' that there And that broke sh** I had to leave that there Hit the lot with my old school But that funk, I need that there That's no lie, I got to feed the fam' I do it for the south You do it for the gram We ain't the same so I understand If you fall off And are never seen again And that's tough luck but thats how it be My trunk banging at ‘em with Sicily I swear if aliens came down with fleets It's cause my subwoofer phoned E.T The boy sounding like a space modulator Innovator so they had to see I'm knocking pictures off the wall at the white house My neon shining with the lights out We got to f**, get my dick s**ed Tell her s** slow and don't bite down Too exclusive, too vicious I bought a three story like this ain't expensive [?] doing hella shows I couldn't hit the gym, I was on the road Didn't lift weights Eatin' made steak But impressive bands kept my pockets swoll' Tell her bust it open like the optimo Watching out for these jealous snakes Cause n***as slither When you're clocking figures [?] Like a two year old When I'm throwing cake Grab a hand full And mush it in your face, b**h I'm still clocking figures Working wheels like 9 to 5 Chopping these blades everyday... B4SXSW [Chorus] South by Southwest (x6) [Outro: DJ Dibia$e] Hey we got the soundcheck for you right here... Before SXSW 2015 The mixtape DJ Dibia$e, the million dollar DJ I'm back, mayne You know I been wrecking SXSW for like 5-6 years now You know what I mean? I took last year off But real n***as had to come back We had show up and show out