Table Full of Kings 4

Bitch you know just who it is Back up in this bitch Okay Ain't see it coming switch the intro cause that shit was to Cliche Need the money right this second ain't no time for Delay Bitch we in the fourth quarter and I made it a Parlay Always knew who you should call but now it's beeping hoe Thinking he decomposing but he right behind that freezer door Watcha reaching for Keeping that heat up on me when you see that dough Spending it Like I need to get rid of it but it keeps coming on back for more Okay Let me pipe down Plain tee up on my chest now Ain't been up with the rest how He shooting but don't make a sound A horn up on his head now He trade a crown to fall down A hole and never sold his sole Its tfok watch that boy fold If a slip knot at the function imma drop in Think ya boy vanilla but they look past all the toppings He ain't doing shit but on the low that boy been plotting Twenty seven club been done but it ain't ever dropping So I know motha fuckas wanna be dann With a crib like this must sell contraband With a whip like this ain't meant to be slammed Take an L this year then shit I'd be damned Got that game winning play and I feel like a lion I feel like retiring My tires is spinning and I'm down to the wire I acquire attire of wheels on my tee so they know I spit fire