King of the D

I feel like the king of the D, but this ain't Meech City My opps is hoes, I can drop the lo, they still wont Meet wit me You can get a plate or bowl, if you ain't bro, you ain't gon' eat wit me Steady throwin' up the fours, but I touch ten before It's 3:50 Bitch, I can touch a ten before the clock do My opps Done clicked up and turned opps, don't Know who shot who Any nigga told you swav a bitch I swear that's not true Catch a opp out with this pole and I'm gon blow, Bitch ain't know ha-chu, Bitch I bet I'll blow And ain't no sneezin Turn my pop brown, I'm in Cleveland If I get shot, I'ma take a nigga mama Then we even Doin' hand-to-hands, I got grams in a van Like, who need it? Katie mad as hell, she fiendin Gave her some shh, now she cheesin' I love to see my heady smilin, my city got a fetty problem We ain't shootin' for the net, creep up with nine like I'm Vet Ibaka Feel like granny, puttin' switchie on my opps, they tryna tell me stop it Speaking of My granny, she just taught me how to whip I cook like Betty Crocker, King of the D, but I ain't never been to Michigan Jump inside the water, I bet I ain't gon' pull you out, I ain't no fisherman He said he doin' what the who, I hit that nigga with the "huh?", like I wasn't listenin 223's rip through a street, these touch your car, it ain't no fixin it Like that fix'a'flat ain't workin Double D's clappin', chop twerkin Niggas beef without a purpose, but I ain't doin' shit in person But when that smoke start to surface, we in the striker, slide and swervin Pick up the Glock and write in cursive, blow the switch an itch im percin Dumbass, feel like the king of the D, but this ain't Meech City My opps is hoes, I can drop the lo, bet they won't meet with me You can get a plate or bowl, if you ain't bro, you ain't gon' eat with me Steady throwin' up the fours, but I touch ten before it's 3:50 I can touch a ten before the clock do it My opps clicked up, then turn opps Don't know who shot who, finna throw another party for all my opps Tell him stop through you takin' credit for another nigga work We know that's not true, niggas lame as hell All our guns big like we in Texas We putting belt all on they ass until them niggas learn they lessons Makin' niggas hit they feet, pull up with heat, we tryna stretch em It only take one finger to catch a hat, Odell Beckham I need a touchdown, You in the way, if you ain't talkin' pape then move the f*ck round Get bows from out of state, the mail truck overweight, I got too much pounds I grew up with this nigga, he was sweet, I guess he tough now Niggas touch a band and turn motion boys, they think they us, like, what the f*ck These niggas peons from the streets, bitch, my residence evil I feel like Leon Niggas weird like Stevie Wonder, I just can't see what they be on Think about me in they free time, meanwhile, pay for a deuce, come get a free line Feel like the king of the D but this ain't Meech City My opps is hoes, I can drop the lo, they still won't meet with me You can have a plate or bowl, if you ain't bro, you ain't gon' eat with me Steady throwin' up the fours, but I touch ten before it's 3:50 Bet I can touch a ten before the clock do My opps clicked up, then turn opps, don't know who shot who Any nigga said that swav, a bitch, I swear that's not true If I catch a opp out with this pole, and let it blow, it ain't no ha-chu I'ma let it blow, it ain't no sneezin', turn my pop brown, I'm a cleavend If I get shot, I'ma take a nigga, mama, then we even Servin' hand-to-hand, I got grams in the van, like, who need it Katie mad as hell, she fiendin', took some shit, now she cheesin