Giving Off Lit
Look at my chick
Look at my whip
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote Dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
I'm on all kind of shit
Rapper, investing and Marketing
Fuck being signed
That don't get you Acknowledgement
Watch how the suckaz
Starts skewing the Symmetry
Soon as I step in
They shifting they energy
Man
Fuck em, imma leave with A bad bitch
Face on 10, with a wagon
Bitch keep asking me take Her shopping
Prolly play dumb, I forgot My wallet
Gon head pay it imma get You back
Got that head and I ain't Look back
I'm in that King mode
Every verse hit like I came Home
These niggaz ride to the Same songs
Tuckin they pride in some Tight clothes
Singing to opps Like it's Love jones
Fuck them niggaz
This the King show
Look at my chick
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote Dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
Look at my chick
Look at my whip
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote Dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
I'm in my bag
Need henny to cool off
Take a lil drag of the blunt
It's been too long
I get too sober
The mood gon get nuanced
Roll out the pound
He threw me like two of Em
Plug heard I rap
And he think imma put on
He see the crown
And the game with my foot On it
It be da favors
That burn all the bridges
Soon as I set it
I look at em different
I ain't gon diss em
Or post a lil picture
Imma keep balling
And laughing at niggaz
He wasn't the first one to Act like a Killa
Convincing the camera
And pushing an image
And then when he see me
They quiet and timid
Heard that I spent his Advance
And they livid
I can crossover
Or flex with the pivot
Hot with the sauce
And one on them niggaz
Pockets on Cadillac
Smoke for my cataracts
Smoke for the haters
Yeah I got alot of that
s on verses
Come get you a starter Pack
Wrote myself out Walker Mill
Where I started at
Hoes and the labels
Nobody was calling back
SRE everything
Bossed up and started that
Next step is NFT
Doing the money dance
King I'm so cunning
Make hoes do the duhduh Man
Look at my chick
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
Look at my chick
Look at my whip
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
Look at my whip
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote Dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
I'm on all kind of shit
Rapper, investing and Marketing
Fuck being signed
That don't get you Acknowledgement
Watch how the suckaz
Starts skewing the Symmetry
Soon as I step in
They shifting they energy
Man
Fuck em, imma leave with A bad bitch
Face on 10, with a wagon
Bitch keep asking me take Her shopping
Prolly play dumb, I forgot My wallet
Gon head pay it imma get You back
Got that head and I ain't Look back
I'm in that King mode
Every verse hit like I came Home
These niggaz ride to the Same songs
Tuckin they pride in some Tight clothes
Singing to opps Like it's Love jones
Fuck them niggaz
This the King show
Look at my chick
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote Dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
Look at my chick
Look at my whip
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote Dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
I'm in my bag
Need henny to cool off
Take a lil drag of the blunt
It's been too long
I get too sober
The mood gon get nuanced
Roll out the pound
He threw me like two of Em
Plug heard I rap
And he think imma put on
He see the crown
And the game with my foot On it
It be da favors
That burn all the bridges
Soon as I set it
I look at em different
I ain't gon diss em
Or post a lil picture
Imma keep balling
And laughing at niggaz
He wasn't the first one to Act like a Killa
Convincing the camera
And pushing an image
And then when he see me
They quiet and timid
Heard that I spent his Advance
And they livid
I can crossover
Or flex with the pivot
Hot with the sauce
And one on them niggaz
Pockets on Cadillac
Smoke for my cataracts
Smoke for the haters
Yeah I got alot of that
s on verses
Come get you a starter Pack
Wrote myself out Walker Mill
Where I started at
Hoes and the labels
Nobody was calling back
SRE everything
Bossed up and started that
Next step is NFT
Doing the money dance
King I'm so cunning
Make hoes do the duhduh Man
Look at my chick
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
Look at my chick
Look at my whip
Look at my face
Ain't worried bout shit
Look at drip
Look at my click
Look at my city
Its giving off lit
Fuck all the lies
And the fickle apologies
Niggaz want tithes
Like they wrote dueteronomy
I'm the true god
With the crown
That they following
Rappers hate King
But these bitches love Donovin
Credits
Writer(s): Donovin Cofield
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