Eric King Son

Early morning with my pops
Im running eps about the ops
Say move smarter, hit ya target, but Don't ever play the cops
I got gas, I got pills, and my brother Got the rocks
In yo party, I blow pressure, got a
Tre5 in my sock
How you move, watchu gone gone Do when it's smoke bitch I can't stop
This a dead end
Watchu said then, nigga come and Beef
She be on it, prolly want me, say she Wanna chief with me
Hit her dm, finna be here, prolly in a Instant g
I just hit up Tooly, Murda booked us For a mission
He say bet, get the vest, aye but this Time bring the 60
He been talking out his neck, we Finna wash this nigga dishes

I be trynna move swift, shit ain't Never seem to work
Plug say he outta syrup, damn fuck it Bring the percs
Don't try to hide, we shooting high, kick my leg out like I'm dirk
Out in a week, fuck the bullet, I was Thugging fuck the hurt
On these tabs, feeling wavy, I got Calvin on my shirt
My ex brown, bas as hell, looking like a thing of nesquik
We miss, reroute and turn around, Just like I missed my exit
New white smut, she eat me up, I Swear she eat the best dick

For my shooter, fuck a ruger, brand New Glizzy new juice it down
I used to play to football, now the Sacks, I touch it down
Shoot outta state, go fix a face, then I Pull up back in town
Sean always kept it g, said stay solid, Watch ya friends
Mob talk, we on the side, getting Loaded in the benz
I see the evident, im heaven sent, Eyes like a camera lens
Whats relevant, the medicine, I hear you got them bos
I Call my migo, he take off, they got It coming by the load
Say yo mans, he did that bad. they Recorded what he told
Feel like all my bruddas solid, fuck The 12, we live by codes
Yo favorite rapper diss my gang, play The lot, pull up at shows

I'm Outchea loaded, trynna turn one To a statue
Send the blitz, and play the safety, Trynna pick one Tyran Matheiu
Say you outside, watch how we slide, We gone turn him to pack too
I just walked in with some blunts, But bitch you know I got that pack Too
Soon as the pack touch my hand, I Get it gone like Peyton Manning
Confusing talking to the migo, all This nigga speak is Spanish
Late night trapping in the trenches, Had to ham and cheese my sandwich
Brought the glock out for the shoot, Josh and drake gone do the damage



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Writer(s): Deangelo Pouncy
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