​zntiujao - King

{chorus}

Cha, slit, slit, slit

And that bitch is getting that cash
And like shit i run that back
No mother fucker go that sped, yuh, cha
I been running that shit no mother fucker doing that cash roll

Im on patrol
I ain't talk to that bitch no more
She got a hunnid, a hunnid
Im wrecking that shit and im gone

Flexing that shit gotta go
How they gonna shit talk my mode
Pulling fuck bitches and im gonna fuck more
And they said they are gonna be ghost so i said i'd fuck them all, huh

And they said im gone
I been going up singing my songs, yuh
I had these racks they counting up
These bitches wearing those thongs, yuh

I had to live my life, for real
I had to go and stack them up
How could you do this shit, for real
If i did that shit gonna get killed

{verse 1}

But they spilling these beans
Thеy spilling the realness
Couldn't do that, ya
Thеy been spilling these beans
They doing it now cus my pockets so fat

I got that spirit going under my racks
They did it with life and the fent
Mixing that cocaine up with the chain, yuh
That's that shit im finna call pain

They caught me so faint
So im about to put this bitch in a ring
I had to spend up a life with that bitch
Cus i knew she wouldn't say that shit

I fuck with the milfs, i fuck with the sales
I fuck with these pills
But i couldn't kill
These bitches unreal, they got fake ass tits and a mother fucking mill

{verse 2}

You say that i don't een spaz
I said i was dag for them manz
Im gassed out with my hands
These bitches, they had my fans
I could pull it up, get it on manz
I been chat with my bro lancey foux
And no fuck about all of that dope
I've been smoking that hoe get gone

These hoes that get in my mode
I couldn't een let them get in my way, hah
Hoes they shaggin on me, they fuck with me
Cus i put dick in their face

I hopped a jet for real, everyone talk about percs why are they here
They just been talk on my name too much
Why can't i get out of here
I've been digging these holes too much they couldn't tell me i am the king

{chorus}

Cha, slit, slit, slit

And that bitch is getting that cash
And like shit i run that back
No mother fucker go that sped, yuh, cha
I been running that shit no mother fucker doing that cash roll

Im on patrol
I ain't talk to that bitch no more
She got a hunnid, a hunnid
Im wrecking that shit and im gone
Flexing that shit gotta go
How they gonna shit talk my mode
Pulling fuck bitches and im gonna fuck more
And they said they are gonna be ghost so i said i'd fuck them all, huh

And they said im gone
I been going up singing my songs, yuh
I had these racks they counting up
These bitches wearing those thongs, yuh

I had to live my life, for real
I had to go and stack them up
How could you do this shit, for real
If i did that shit gonna get killed