Ugh
King
Zero
Ay yo word on the street is I'll black on ‘em all
And go (Gun Shot) if they ever get my back on the wall
Like my n***as from the corner i should dash from the law
Because I'm just like them
I got crack by the ball
Get it, I said crack by the ball
Got the game in the yolk, got rap by the balls
Got your dame in the yolk
Got a wrap by my balls
Tell her rap all my bars
It's a wrap I'm a boss
Pull an arm out
This is the mission to take the bread, shoot his leg off
Now he like Mr. Potato Head
And you ain't seen a brother with his paint peanut bu*ter
And the mother f**ing guts in the whip is potato bread
Hold up
Jelly a** n***as don't approach me homie
You know i keep that mother f**ing toaster on me
If you lunchin i ain't even gotta get the casket
I'll bury yo a** in a picnic basket
Chillll
f** is you mean
We ducking them s**ers come f** a true king
My bucket too clean
It's Gucci
I'm Gucci
In Gucci just picked up a couple new things
Still got my chopper from the old block dog
f** up out my business get yo nose chopped off
26's on the b**hes with the doors chopped off
In the Chevy same color as a pork chop
Lawdddd
I'm just chatting with my peers
If my rap was an app I'd snap and disappear
King!
I'm a sick sick cat
You say my four don't shoot well let me breech this gat
It be a photo shoot how this (co*king of gun) snap
And give you all head shots when i grip this mack
I give one of these n***as they issue smack
I'll bench you, then tell you “b**h you whack”
And put so many mother f**ing shots in your frame
That the doctor will have to PicStich you back
King!
You lames still breathing
Y'all still doing sh** with no shame no reason
Here's a real n***a rule
No fame, no reaching
You don't own your house, you can't claim no region
Watch what you bring over here
You checkers I'm chess
That's kings over squares
Yea I see the same sh** a giant see
Bunch a little mother f**ers acting like i ain't me
Oh the irony
f** n***as trying me
Better luck trying to f** siamese
Porcupines
Told these n***as 40 times
Lights out 49ers, 40 9's burst
n***a where you come from
Baltimore
f** all of y'all, wall to wall
Danger everywhere you go
This is what you call a war
Walk in to the store, get a n***a chalked
Trigga sparks, sh** get dark to 'em loose a major part to 'im
Yea this an art form
Just a form of art with my heart pourin out
I embark on
Rare to come by
Hard to walk on
f** is y'all doing while the laws on, my balls
Get my floss on
Floor seats on the same sh** my f**ing Porsche on
Wood grain get some good brain
f** a portion need the whole thing
n***a cause the half won't do
Frontrunner do sh** n***as in the back won't do
And the bag won't do for my b**h
It ain't a burglary f**ing b**hes
Throw it on a n***a card
You ain't working, It ain't working out between us
You just lurking, You ain't working out the penis
Like you should, you deserve it, you ain't even out the hood
You just worthless
You just surface when the n***a poppin bottles huh?
Lot of whips lot of figures lot of models huh
Lot of n***as model they sh** after mine
Lot of n***as try to date a model chick after mine
King
Minding my business make a mother f**er hurt you
Pull the weed and blow a mother f**ing circle
Thats a zero!