Kingdom - That's a Wrap lyrics

[Intro] Yo Dom! J Dilla! Let's roll that weed and get hiiigh {What y'all n***as know?} That's what I need to get byyy Let's roll that weed and get hiiigh That's what I need to get byyy [Verse 1: King.Dom] Yo, your clique is subpar And all that you sh** you spittin' thus far Small talk: like a midget b**h on Russ Parr You all see me flying by you, drivin' in your s*ut's car: Face where my nuts are Play wit' your bus card Brains and the blunt spark, missin' that b**h? I just skeeted in her mouth and now you kissin' them lips That sh** is just sick Say something and I'm dottin' your ‘i' You could catch a Jimmy Snooker off the top of my ride You stop and you die, who's going with ‘em? They always foldin' pigeon(?) Y'all hoes is missin' like the soldiers in the coalition You hold the soul position, knowin' that your gold'll glisten Cats be rappin' platinum, why you holdin' on to old traditions? Flat broke: I'm mixin' gin and Kahlua ‘Til that day I pop Cris' like I'm stealin' on Luda I'm stealing your hoes, eventually I'm stealing they throats You got the same TV, then I'mma steal your remote [Hook: Copywrite & King.Dom] And that's a wrap Condom strapped in the back of the Acc' And if it break, I'm gettin' brain while slappin' that a** And that's a wrap And if a girl got some cabbage to pa** I got a wrap - I'm rollin' it and tappin' that a** And that's a wrap Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash Now pa** it back, blitz the ‘gac, ash it, and pa** it on back And that's a wrap He's over-pa**ionate and ga**ed with his raps That sh** is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC And that's a wrap [Verse 2: Copywrite] I'mma be honest y'all, my last sh** it could've been hotter y'all But I ain't mad at the love I got from y'all, not at all And if you think I'm new to this game, I been doing this thing So long got the instruction manual tattooed to my brain Man, these little tykes, where they gettin' it hyper? I was sh**tin' in cyphers when you were sh**tin' in diapers I was spittin' that fire when you were sittin' in choir Role model with a Coke bottle you b**hes admire sh**, you b**hes wish I'd pull a Jigga, just quit and retire Just gettin' started though, I spit that retarded flow That can't-count-to-8-graduate-from-kindergarten-flow Spanish mamis mow my lawn, I call ‘em my “garden hoes” I gotta thank the haters, that's my motivation I'mma be greater from the incubator to the cremator One strike, and that's it If you hate, your a** out The garage is locked up It's too late to back out I'm in a cla** by myself, ain't no kids' grades near me Ix-nay on ‘em trying to spit they theory If they get “yea” near me Better have their weapons drawn Or I'll get the best of y'all like a mixtape series [Hook: Copywrite & King.Dom] And that's a wrap Condom strapped in the back of the Acc' And if it break, I'm gettin' brain while slappin' that a** And that's a wrap And if a girl got some cabbage to pa** I got a wrap - I'm rollin' it and tappin' that a** And that's a wrap Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash Now pa** it back, blitz the ‘gac, ash it, and pa** it on back And that's a wrap He's over-pa**ionate and ga**ed with his raps That sh** is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC And that's a wrap [Verse 3: Copywrite] I'm laid back, ASAP I spit And have your boy pointing to the toilet like “Ain't that some sh**?” And until the cows come home, I'mma milk this b**h Go get you a personal trainer – you ain't built for this Man, I'm on fire the furnace blew already I ain't concerned with you, it's petty I burn you with a semi Then turn you to a veggie, then toss my heat Hate vegetables, so nah, I don't squash my beef Man, I'm fresh to d**h and check some sweats And brought some cats that'll love to turn ya flesh to mesh I'm too raw to get cooked But you all can get took ‘Cause you draw then get shook Like an Etch-a-Sketch I'll prove all you kids' puss And too small to give push(?) So move on and get juxed But I'm off of that Hennessey Remember me? Yeah, I rub it in and floss on my enemies Newcomer like I lost my virginity [Verse 4: King.Dom] For real? You might heal mentally, but them scars'll last I'll have that a** like Kanye looked, after the car crash (?)Of all pa**ed, the competition got to stop and listen Once the Glock is spittin', God is sittin' with my opposition Test us - you feel the TEC from the chest up Tore out the frame like a picture of your ex-s*ut, messed up You all over the street So get low like the Ying-Yang Twins or Memph Bleek ‘Cause I'm, down to split your mind, body, and soul I'll leave your consciousness along the side of the road Out of control, the hoes, they know that type Chickens who want the dick screamin' {I know that's right} I roll at night, wit' your broad Back of that “Oh Lord” She ridin' with me and tryin' to get me to go raw But it ain't worth it to twerk it, man I ain't one for waitin' If I'm burstin' that b**h is birthin' the son of Satan While laying pipe, your dame's right: I'm sick with it My game's tight - she came twice in six minutes Yeah, I bust my sh** then I'm dippin' Count my money twice, then wash my dick in the kitchen Your b**h is a pigeon Ya hit and dip, your sh**'ll be itchin', in different positions Just spit it on the lip then I'm missin' [Hook: Copywrite & King.Dom] And that's a wrap Condom strapped in the back of the Acc' And if it break, I'm gettin' brain while slappin' that a** And that's a wrap And if a girl got some cabbage to pa** I got a wrap - I'm rollin' it and tappin' that a** And that's a wrap Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash Now pa** it back, blitz the ‘gac, ash it, and pa** it on back And that's a wrap He's over-pa**ionate and ga**ed with his raps That sh** is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC And that's a wrap