King

Up in this bitch get it poppin 3 thots at the spot get to boppin Call the homies and they all gonna hop in get the glocks get the rocks get it locked in Dont trip on a bitch i just swerved dog got drip and its sick get my surf on Made it big off a lick get to splurging hit the rig hold it in feeling burnt son Every day i stay proving myself stare out the rearview aint fucking with twelve Homie got locked still aint posted his bail do this for the hood till the riches prevail Get to that cream till we cashing it in wont stop till i get me a big body benz Bitch keep on hating im fucking her friend man im fuckin them both i hate to pretend ugh In the back of a sprinter van find me getting slumped with a pack and some ritalin ugh Run track on these niggas man find me getting drunk with my fans had to get em in Bitch im the greatest i feel like im king iced out my necklace my watch and my ring Her pussy be dripping im making it sing pour up the whiskey aint fucking with lean Dick in her ribs till im breaking her spleen niggas start drinking and acting real mean Pull out my gun and start causing a scene the burner and gucci stay holding my jeans Nothing but blue strips ill know that i made it bad bitches only im getting them faded No time for pretending dont run up my patience chanel on her dress And dior is her fragrance ugh