King of the Streets
(H2O, you made this?)
Grrt
Uh, ain't none to it, the money be callin', I gotta stick to it
I get up to it and walk it off
These pussy boys say, "Pissed off", from body for body, no Randy Moss
That boy, bitch, he ain't gon' shoot shit
Left his body in the muhfuckin' news clip
I'm feelin' the ultimate 'Zoo shit
Yuh, fuck 'em all, it's a fair call
I'ma dog, so I hit it raw
I got the sauce, bitch, no hotdog
Switch the Glock, then I pop off
Spin the block, then we skrt off
I hit the gas now, that's what we smokin'
I'm in the throat now, she be chockin'
Come get it right now, the trap soapin'
I get the check now, the bitches dancin'
He's gettin' smoked now, that's from cancer
I want neck, bitch, none fancy
Then I ghost, bitch, Danny Phantom
Get off my dick, bitch, mind ya manners
Bitch, don't come to me for favors
Fuck all these bitches, we stackin' all these paper
Gotta lotta things in this bookbag
Slide on a pussy with a coat mask
Some pussy callin' for his bitch back
Man, come and get your bitch back
Hol' up, hol' up, that's her?
Ayy, where you at?
(I'm at fucking Pizza Hut)
Bitch, ain't no muhfuckin' Pizza Hut open at no 10 o'clock
You stupid ass ho
You think I'm dumb? (Stop fuckin' playin', bruh)
(Keep fuckin' runnin' back to me) Oh, my God
(You only want me 'cause I'm good at what I do)
Bitch, you trippin'
Yeah
I'm smokin' up broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with the Glock, I think I got a fetish
Perc' got me crazy, call me Dennis the Menace (Ayy, thot shit)
(Menace, menace)
All my opps hurt, nigga, they jealous (Ayy)
I'm stuffin' a 30 clip in a berretta
Call me a stepper (Grra)
My diamonds hittin', no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo
You hate me, your ho in my likes though
Testin' me, I'ma get you together
If she wanna ho, I'ma let her
I might stress me a bitch, never press 'em
All my guns, they come with a compressor
You love on that ho? I would never
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Bitch, I'm thuggin' no matter the weather
So icy, we flockin' together, huh, so icy, we flockin' together
I don't be fuckin' with shawty
'Cause she nothin' but a muhfuckin' thot
Okay, I hit her one time again, then I pass her to the block
Feel like a savage, I don't want you bitch
She lower than average
Yeah, I ball like Maverick, back in the pack, smokin' up cabbage
I don't fuck with nobody, that shit was a robbery
I'm back on my P&Q's
Your all in my way, excuse me, I get the pack and I move
King of the streets, bitch
Grrt
Uh, ain't none to it, the money be callin', I gotta stick to it
I get up to it and walk it off
These pussy boys say, "Pissed off", from body for body, no Randy Moss
That boy, bitch, he ain't gon' shoot shit
Left his body in the muhfuckin' news clip
I'm feelin' the ultimate 'Zoo shit
Yuh, fuck 'em all, it's a fair call
I'ma dog, so I hit it raw
I got the sauce, bitch, no hotdog
Switch the Glock, then I pop off
Spin the block, then we skrt off
I hit the gas now, that's what we smokin'
I'm in the throat now, she be chockin'
Come get it right now, the trap soapin'
I get the check now, the bitches dancin'
He's gettin' smoked now, that's from cancer
I want neck, bitch, none fancy
Then I ghost, bitch, Danny Phantom
Get off my dick, bitch, mind ya manners
Bitch, don't come to me for favors
Fuck all these bitches, we stackin' all these paper
Gotta lotta things in this bookbag
Slide on a pussy with a coat mask
Some pussy callin' for his bitch back
Man, come and get your bitch back
Hol' up, hol' up, that's her?
Ayy, where you at?
(I'm at fucking Pizza Hut)
Bitch, ain't no muhfuckin' Pizza Hut open at no 10 o'clock
You stupid ass ho
You think I'm dumb? (Stop fuckin' playin', bruh)
(Keep fuckin' runnin' back to me) Oh, my God
(You only want me 'cause I'm good at what I do)
Bitch, you trippin'
Yeah
I'm smokin' up broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with the Glock, I think I got a fetish
Perc' got me crazy, call me Dennis the Menace (Ayy, thot shit)
(Menace, menace)
All my opps hurt, nigga, they jealous (Ayy)
I'm stuffin' a 30 clip in a berretta
Call me a stepper (Grra)
My diamonds hittin', no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo
You hate me, your ho in my likes though
Testin' me, I'ma get you together
If she wanna ho, I'ma let her
I might stress me a bitch, never press 'em
All my guns, they come with a compressor
You love on that ho? I would never
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Bitch, I'm thuggin' no matter the weather
So icy, we flockin' together, huh, so icy, we flockin' together
I don't be fuckin' with shawty
'Cause she nothin' but a muhfuckin' thot
Okay, I hit her one time again, then I pass her to the block
Feel like a savage, I don't want you bitch
She lower than average
Yeah, I ball like Maverick, back in the pack, smokin' up cabbage
I don't fuck with nobody, that shit was a robbery
I'm back on my P&Q's
Your all in my way, excuse me, I get the pack and I move
King of the streets, bitch
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