King (feat. OG Slick)
Police in my rear view
Always think I'm on some hood things
Bending every corner
While I'm gripping on this wood grain
Always keep it Playa
So let's get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING Can't say nothing now
KING I'm an underground KING
I'm bending them corners and hot like a sauna
I whip it and punish the trunk lid
Whipping the slab like a drunk kid
See me they act like they don't see it
I'm the illest nigga out, breaking niggas off
Popping my trunk on the interstate
I just eat like they gave me a dinner plate
Tony Hawk on they ass 'cause I hit and skate
I mean I'm whipping the slab peel off the
Wheel like a scab
Tax like a cab
I write my wrongs when I'm up in the lab
Flip them hoes and get left on the tab
Bitch I'm my own man
Bad yellow bitch got them hoes mad
Pimp on a bitch like I know Chad
She get straight to the paper like note pads
Oh yeah
She a fine diva and a mind reader
And let you go all in her spine deeper
She don't fight her either you gone try to keep her
While you sleep she go straight through your pockets people
I'm a Mack you get hit with this gat
If you run on this lac with the fifth on the back
Talk like a rat and get hit with the mac
But other than that we'll leave you in tact
Back on my old shit
These niggas been stealing my old shit
Talking reckless then jump on that hoe shit
Talking murders I guess I don't know shit
You a whole bitch
Still the flow sick pull yo bitch
Then I'm all in her jaws
Get the neck then I'm all in her draws
Leave her crib now I'm ducking the laws nigga
Police in my rear view
Always think I'm on some hood things
Bending every corner
While I'm gripping on this wood grain
Always keep it Playa
So let's get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING Can't say nothing now
KING I'm an underground KING
Aye look if you trapped out and you know it
Run a bag up and go blow it
Can't take it with you why hold it
Get a pint of drank just to pour it
These streets say that I'm a poet
I'm poetic rhyme so deadly
Chain so heavy my neck hurt
I'm OT and I'm networking
And I'm an expert at this trap talk
Shout out my nigga Mike B
Dope boy fresh in a white T
Bad bitch with me like Ice T
On Cloud 9 a nigga might be
She ain't never met a Playa like me
I'm authentic she short winded
Caught a contact when she hopped in it
Pop a Molly she flexing
Trinidad James gold everything
Gold plated chain ought to be ashamed
Fufu nigga charge it to the game
Knew better you would do better
Car smelling like new leather
Taking pimping to a new level
Got a gang of hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Smoke one for that Pimp Chad
Pour a fo for that Big Moe
Everyday I'm running bands up
And tomorrow nigga tryna get more
Light one and roll another one
Smoked out need another lung
Make a playa make another run
Tryna ride for em' fore the summer done Go Get It
Police in my rear view
Always think I'm on some hood things
Bending every corner
While I'm gripping on this wood grain
Always keep it Playa
So let's get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING Can't say nothing now
KING I'm an underground KING
Always think I'm on some hood things
Bending every corner
While I'm gripping on this wood grain
Always keep it Playa
So let's get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING Can't say nothing now
KING I'm an underground KING
I'm bending them corners and hot like a sauna
I whip it and punish the trunk lid
Whipping the slab like a drunk kid
See me they act like they don't see it
I'm the illest nigga out, breaking niggas off
Popping my trunk on the interstate
I just eat like they gave me a dinner plate
Tony Hawk on they ass 'cause I hit and skate
I mean I'm whipping the slab peel off the
Wheel like a scab
Tax like a cab
I write my wrongs when I'm up in the lab
Flip them hoes and get left on the tab
Bitch I'm my own man
Bad yellow bitch got them hoes mad
Pimp on a bitch like I know Chad
She get straight to the paper like note pads
Oh yeah
She a fine diva and a mind reader
And let you go all in her spine deeper
She don't fight her either you gone try to keep her
While you sleep she go straight through your pockets people
I'm a Mack you get hit with this gat
If you run on this lac with the fifth on the back
Talk like a rat and get hit with the mac
But other than that we'll leave you in tact
Back on my old shit
These niggas been stealing my old shit
Talking reckless then jump on that hoe shit
Talking murders I guess I don't know shit
You a whole bitch
Still the flow sick pull yo bitch
Then I'm all in her jaws
Get the neck then I'm all in her draws
Leave her crib now I'm ducking the laws nigga
Police in my rear view
Always think I'm on some hood things
Bending every corner
While I'm gripping on this wood grain
Always keep it Playa
So let's get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING Can't say nothing now
KING I'm an underground KING
Aye look if you trapped out and you know it
Run a bag up and go blow it
Can't take it with you why hold it
Get a pint of drank just to pour it
These streets say that I'm a poet
I'm poetic rhyme so deadly
Chain so heavy my neck hurt
I'm OT and I'm networking
And I'm an expert at this trap talk
Shout out my nigga Mike B
Dope boy fresh in a white T
Bad bitch with me like Ice T
On Cloud 9 a nigga might be
She ain't never met a Playa like me
I'm authentic she short winded
Caught a contact when she hopped in it
Pop a Molly she flexing
Trinidad James gold everything
Gold plated chain ought to be ashamed
Fufu nigga charge it to the game
Knew better you would do better
Car smelling like new leather
Taking pimping to a new level
Got a gang of hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Smoke one for that Pimp Chad
Pour a fo for that Big Moe
Everyday I'm running bands up
And tomorrow nigga tryna get more
Light one and roll another one
Smoked out need another lung
Make a playa make another run
Tryna ride for em' fore the summer done Go Get It
Police in my rear view
Always think I'm on some hood things
Bending every corner
While I'm gripping on this wood grain
Always keep it Playa
So let's get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING Can't say nothing now
KING I'm an underground KING
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Writer(s): Tremaine Lewis
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