Yeah, I'm the king, hoe, I'm the big four
Niggas gassed up, I'm the repo
Got a bad bitch doing free shows for a lil shot of casamigos
And she deepthroat, she a freak hoe, and that's just what I need, though
Niggas get cut off and try to riot me with no guillotine, though
In the whip eating rice and lentils
She bad as f*ck, she don't use utensils
Pills drop out the bottle in the bento
Watch them hoes sink like bits of fish food
I got buttons where the shit say PRNDL
Suicide doors kill a bitch mood
She here begging for five more hours
I kinda feel like how Chris do
Yeah, I still need to get a tint, though
Can't pull the scale out inside out inside a fish bowl
See me whipping and they think is rented
These modifications gon' cost your rent, though
And that pussy feel like some Crisco
When it gets like that, you know she's into
Left the crib and she calls with a baby voice just say "Hey babe, I miss you"
Niggas flashing Dracos, my nigga Jon said he only need a pistol
She said the arguing drive her crazy, I said "bae that's just what this dick do"
77 moving like a missile. Twice the number just to get food
Wish 12 would try to pull me over
I'ma ask if he knows what he did, too
Flashlight in my face gon' blind a nigga back with that diamond gleam
Blew her back out so damn hard, she said I moved her IUD
She gets so tired of being sexy, she asks "Why are they eyeing me?
The only time niggas don't lie to me."
Man, she's so bad, for the life of me
I think she want's to spend her life with me
Niggas want smoke 'cause she side with me
F*ck Paupa, if he wants the smoke, man, I don't even ask the price of weed
I remember when I tried to team
Now it's f*ck U-S, like China be
You niggas couldn't leave a scratch on me, I want the smoke, nigga I'm a fiend
How many ways do I gotta say it?
Man, I want the smoke, these niggas pussy
I been raw, so y'all gotta downplay and ask your lil group chats to cook me
It's hard to vet niggas with no hits, it's sad I gotta diss the rookies
You broke niggas got no bread, but you got some streams, my nigga?
Man, here's a cookie
I know you broke, but let's keep it a band, I'm 10 toes for my fans
None you niggas could fill my shoes and get them hoes to blast you in the vans
How could I ever call you niggas hot? You niggas ain't even built up a brand
None these boys could do what I do, so f*ck a deal, I'm way too advanced
I can't even call these niggas rappers, that would mean you even had a Chance
I'm big king like Khan
Freshman class, where's my grant?
Big stepper, that's my stance
City stay on my hand
If he play on my top, teddy bears sent to his parents
Bow! Bow! Bow!
F*ck these niggas, I ain't even gotta say their names no more, man
I just feel like I ain't say "f*ck you" enough
Ah hahaha!
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Yeah, I'm the king, hoe, I'm the big four
Niggas gassed up, I'm the repo
Got a bad bitch doing free shows for a lil shot of casamigos
And she deepthroat, she a freak hoe, and that's just what I need, though
Niggas get cut off and try to riot me with no guillotine, though
In the whip eating rice and lentils
She bad as f*ck, she don't use utensils
Pills drop out the bottle in the bento
Watch them hoes sink like bits of fish food
I got buttons where the shit say PRNDL
Suicide doors kill a bitch mood
She here begging for five more hours
I kinda feel like how Chris do
Yeah, I still need to get a tint, though
Can't pull the scale out inside out inside a fish bowl
See me whipping and they think is rented
These modifications gon' cost your rent, though
And that pussy feel like some Crisco
When it gets like that, you know she's into
Left the crib and she calls with a baby voice just say "Hey babe, I miss you"
Niggas flashing Dracos, my nigga Jon said he only need a pistol
She said the arguing drive her crazy, I said "bae that's just what this dick do"
77 moving like a missile. Twice the number just to get food
Wish 12 would try to pull me over
I'ma ask if he knows what he did, too
Flashlight in my face gon' blind a nigga back with that diamond gleam
Blew her back out so damn hard, she said I moved her IUD
She gets so tired of being sexy, she asks "Why are they eyeing me?
The only time niggas don't lie to me."
Man, she's so bad, for the life of me
I think she want's to spend her life with me
Niggas want smoke 'cause she side with me
F*ck Paupa, if he wants the smoke, man, I don't even ask the price of weed
I remember when I tried to team
Now it's f*ck U-S, like China be
You niggas couldn't leave a scratch on me, I want the smoke, nigga I'm a fiend
How many ways do I gotta say it?
Man, I want the smoke, these niggas pussy
I been raw, so y'all gotta downplay and ask your lil group chats to cook me
It's hard to vet niggas with no hits, it's sad I gotta diss the rookies
You broke niggas got no bread, but you got some streams, my nigga?
Man, here's a cookie
I know you broke, but let's keep it a band, I'm 10 toes for my fans
None you niggas could fill my shoes and get them hoes to blast you in the vans
How could I ever call you niggas hot? You niggas ain't even built up a brand
None these boys could do what I do, so f*ck a deal, I'm way too advanced
I can't even call these niggas rappers, that would mean you even had a Chance
I'm big king like Khan
Freshman class, where's my grant?
Big stepper, that's my stance
City stay on my hand
If he play on my top, teddy bears sent to his parents
Bow! Bow! Bow!
F*ck these niggas, I ain't even gotta say their names no more, man
I just feel like I ain't say "f*ck you" enough
Ah hahaha!
Niggas gassed up, I'm the repo
Got a bad bitch doing free shows for a lil shot of casamigos
And she deepthroat, she a freak hoe, and that's just what I need, though
Niggas get cut off and try to riot me with no guillotine, though
In the whip eating rice and lentils
She bad as f*ck, she don't use utensils
Pills drop out the bottle in the bento
Watch them hoes sink like bits of fish food
I got buttons where the shit say PRNDL
Suicide doors kill a bitch mood
She here begging for five more hours
I kinda feel like how Chris do
Yeah, I still need to get a tint, though
Can't pull the scale out inside out inside a fish bowl
See me whipping and they think is rented
These modifications gon' cost your rent, though
And that pussy feel like some Crisco
When it gets like that, you know she's into
Left the crib and she calls with a baby voice just say "Hey babe, I miss you"
Niggas flashing Dracos, my nigga Jon said he only need a pistol
She said the arguing drive her crazy, I said "bae that's just what this dick do"
77 moving like a missile. Twice the number just to get food
Wish 12 would try to pull me over
I'ma ask if he knows what he did, too
Flashlight in my face gon' blind a nigga back with that diamond gleam
Blew her back out so damn hard, she said I moved her IUD
She gets so tired of being sexy, she asks "Why are they eyeing me?
The only time niggas don't lie to me."
Man, she's so bad, for the life of me
I think she want's to spend her life with me
Niggas want smoke 'cause she side with me
F*ck Paupa, if he wants the smoke, man, I don't even ask the price of weed
I remember when I tried to team
Now it's f*ck U-S, like China be
You niggas couldn't leave a scratch on me, I want the smoke, nigga I'm a fiend
How many ways do I gotta say it?
Man, I want the smoke, these niggas pussy
I been raw, so y'all gotta downplay and ask your lil group chats to cook me
It's hard to vet niggas with no hits, it's sad I gotta diss the rookies
You broke niggas got no bread, but you got some streams, my nigga?
Man, here's a cookie
I know you broke, but let's keep it a band, I'm 10 toes for my fans
None you niggas could fill my shoes and get them hoes to blast you in the vans
How could I ever call you niggas hot? You niggas ain't even built up a brand
None these boys could do what I do, so f*ck a deal, I'm way too advanced
I can't even call these niggas rappers, that would mean you even had a Chance
I'm big king like Khan
Freshman class, where's my grant?
Big stepper, that's my stance
City stay on my hand
If he play on my top, teddy bears sent to his parents
Bow! Bow! Bow!
F*ck these niggas, I ain't even gotta say their names no more, man
I just feel like I ain't say "f*ck you" enough
Ah hahaha!
Writer: Khari Norman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid