King Los - OG Bobby Johnson(Freestyle) lyrics

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!