King & Face Of The U (Free Popout Free Glo)
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're you going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're he going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
Took my demon he was ready for rec
Call glo we gone slide in a lex
Me and bro gone aim from the neck up
Give a Fuck about your man's cause he next up
I'm the king of the U and I'm next up
Call gang I been plotting for weeks
Hop out and we only three deep
Glah glah boom now he out on the ground
You a bitch now eat up these rounds
How you Dissin and don't own a Glock
Cause I take a trip up to Campbell
Put ur brains on the ground like tomato soup
Call my younging they ready to blow
TTB they was train to blow
I say blitz you know they on go
Free popout my heart cause he stay with the gun
He pop out the dark with a drum and go dumb
Glo got locked trying slide on the opps
They label me young but I don't move dumb
Glock on my hip it go dumb dumb dumb
It gonna beat on his head like a drum
Give a fuck about my opps they can all die young
Set em on fire send them to the sun
Member them days I was making then run
We got aim we hon hit em for fun
Glah glah if you run dont Trip
Glah glah he get hit in his shit
So you say you fucking with me
Hold on you say you beefing with me
Hop out that car we gone flock at his bean
Headshot then we spilling his dream
We're you going this Glock got a beam
Bullet went through his chest and his spleen
If you dead then we making a meme
Jump in the stoly and skirt of the scene
I'm the best in the city who fucking with me
Lil bro sixteen
He catch a opp and he making they dream leak
What is you thinking
Ik he shooter he shoot with out blinking
Way he be shooting I call him the fire man
He sent few shots hear the siring
He really a pro with that iron man
Run up on us he leave your ass dying man
I'm the king of my city the lion den
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're he going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're he going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're you going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're he going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
Took my demon he was ready for rec
Call glo we gone slide in a lex
Me and bro gone aim from the neck up
Give a Fuck about your man's cause he next up
I'm the king of the U and I'm next up
Call gang I been plotting for weeks
Hop out and we only three deep
Glah glah boom now he out on the ground
You a bitch now eat up these rounds
How you Dissin and don't own a Glock
Cause I take a trip up to Campbell
Put ur brains on the ground like tomato soup
Call my younging they ready to blow
TTB they was train to blow
I say blitz you know they on go
Free popout my heart cause he stay with the gun
He pop out the dark with a drum and go dumb
Glo got locked trying slide on the opps
They label me young but I don't move dumb
Glock on my hip it go dumb dumb dumb
It gonna beat on his head like a drum
Give a fuck about my opps they can all die young
Set em on fire send them to the sun
Member them days I was making then run
We got aim we hon hit em for fun
Glah glah if you run dont Trip
Glah glah he get hit in his shit
So you say you fucking with me
Hold on you say you beefing with me
Hop out that car we gone flock at his bean
Headshot then we spilling his dream
We're you going this Glock got a beam
Bullet went through his chest and his spleen
If you dead then we making a meme
Jump in the stoly and skirt of the scene
I'm the best in the city who fucking with me
Lil bro sixteen
He catch a opp and he making they dream leak
What is you thinking
Ik he shooter he shoot with out blinking
Way he be shooting I call him the fire man
He sent few shots hear the siring
He really a pro with that iron man
Run up on us he leave your ass dying man
I'm the king of my city the lion den
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're he going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
We gone pop out the dark like the boogie man
I'm not chillin with nigga a that's not my mans
When I up better pray that it fucking jam
Caught him lacking and he try to boogie man
We're he going the beam on his face
Bullets pushing his brains out his face
Check the score i Been winning the race
Spin back make sure erase
I'm the king of the city the face
Gotta question you down to meet fate
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Robinson
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