King Woes

I get fried like it's my birthday or somethin' Yeah, I do em cold I do em the worst way it's nothin' I've been havin' shit since the eighth grade nigga it's nothin' Bitch, I know you hear that Lamb comin Money counter, let's hear the racks countin' So much syrup, I'm drowning My bitch mean, muggin frownin', need a 10 for an allowance Faded, but I ain't lounging, King Woes, crown me Ima have to put your bitch to bed tonight We might have to mix the meds tonight, aye I like a deuce with some ice in it I got the juice, I need a Psych Ward We gettin' high in here nigga mind your business I f*ck your bitch in silk linen I'm the real villain, we do the real drillings You ain't got shit rollin', ain't got shit poppin 3AM, I'm locked in, I'm locked in My lil' bitch be poppin' in and I'm always poppin' out We got shit comin' in, this shit a never be no drought Soon as I'm walkin' in, I told her I need that mouth I got a lot to spend, f*ck it we buying you out Still sippin' dirty on occasion I need that check right now, I can't do no waitin Yeah, I know I got this cape, but ain't no savin Yeah, I know you see Chef Woes, but aint no bacon We got bitches on this yacht, I ain't no sailor, nigga I put boogers in that watch, it was a plain one I had to grind a way to the top, cuz I ain't save none And I gave it all I got, I ain't complainin' once Nigga I put you on the team, so you get a job done Ehh, f*ck that nigga Kan, that's your mom gun Roll a blunt, size of your life span its half done Ain't no point in playin' the game, nigga, we been won, nigga I get fried like it's my birthday or somethin' Yeah, I do em cold I do em the worst way it's nothin' I've been havin' shit since the eighth grade nigga it's nothin' Bitch, I know you hear that Lamb comin Money counter, let's hear the racks countin' So much syrup, I'm drowning My bitch mean, muggin frownin', need a 10 for an allowance Faded, but I ain't lounging, King Woes, crown me