King of the Ville
Father God, Zone H Productions
Forgive me how I'm about to kill these niggas
Amen, let's do it
Boy they done turned me to a demon
What the fuck these niggas thought they thought I wasn't gon' see it
Nigga all that mumbling in your raps I barely peeped it
Nigga I'll slide and walk down
Nigga shut the fuck up you don't mean it
I'm going crazy got my head gone
They got me fucked up I'm tryna leave a nigga head blown
Nigga all that perpetrating that you was doing
Nigga you could've been did something nigga what the fuck you tryna step for now
These niggas hoes they ain't on the same timing that we on
I'm tryna murder something
What the fuck done got into me
Better pick a side cause you gon' die you slidin' with them rookies
To be honest man I made the bitch
The name she got it from me
Nah I ain't even gon' call that hoe no bitch cause that's my brother cousin
I can get your head blown
They got me fucked up I'm tryna keep it calm
Fuck nigga you bleed how I
Bleed I don't do the social media
Sliding behind tent this five percent
They still tryna see me
What the fuck wrong with em'
I don't even diss but why these niggas got me on they mental
Gave you the bitch and I ain't even want her
I just liked the mental
And Sav I fuck with you don't know why you let them niggas tell you different
But it's okay cause when I slide I won't forget to miss you
They ain't on the timing that I'm on
I swear to God that my mind been tripping
Don't know what's wrong with that bit
He out his fucking head
I ain't tryna kill him make him crawl for the rest of his life take his legs
Bitch youngin' they got you fucked up I know it
They think Ian hard cause I don't show it
This shit straight up off the dome I don't need a pen bitch I'm a poet
I'm rolling hard off that boy
Youngin' send him a song he want a chorus
And all them bitches from the ville wanted a feature nigga of course
Nigga said he made me I remember that
On Facebook live he wasn't on Instagram
Niggas stop tagging me in your music
That shit ass ask your own fam'
Oh they don't believe me I got the evidence closed case I don't leave no evidence
And since he say he slime we gon' wipe the little boy nose
Now he ain't smelling shit
How you mad got the bitch she like my music now you really pissed
Other nigga mad about his bitch but I ain't hit my little brother did
I don't know why these niggas playing with me like I'm the one to be fucked with
Hit that little bitch with the hammer MC knowing he can't touch this
And why these niggas always rapping bout these bodies
You're cap bitch
Everything bigger where he from welcome to the dirty south bitch
If you gon' make a song say my name or shut your mouth bitch
I see these niggas gotta use youngin' to get some clout bitch
These niggas all on the internet I ain't internet copy paste delete
And like I said I took his legs now he can't eat cause he got slow feet
And to be honest I'm better than all you niggas I can do this shit with no beat
Nah for real though
Nah for real
Let me show you an example
And I say y'all niggas hoes
They really ain't on nothing
Bring them beat back cause I'm really tryna flow some
I put the size nine straight on your face you play with me
I thought you was real nigga tryna beef but can't leave it in the streets
You want my attention well you got it bitch
But why you picking me
And I heard that sorry ass song
That shit was neat
You showing all them plays but where your fans from Indonesia
And you be showing all that money but when I see you you look broken knees
And to that other nigga go through your bitch phone
Cause she ain't P
Heard my ex bitch got a new nigga who she fuckin
Shit it ain't me
Nigga take my breath away I bet these fuck niggas still hear me breathe
One thing for sure bitch when I die I'ma forever live through these beats
Believe that
Yeah
Man I don't know what the fuck wrong with these niggas man
Fuck that we gone keep it just how it is
I be chillin' bro like the fuck bro
Like for real man I don't know what these niggas pressed bout' bro
I don't know what it is bro like
I don't have these niggas on my mind these niggas not on my mental bro
I don't know what the fuck wrong with these niggas bro
These niggas is hoes bro like come on bro like for real
I'm out the way
Man find something safe to do
Play with your bitch not me
Forgive me how I'm about to kill these niggas
Amen, let's do it
Boy they done turned me to a demon
What the fuck these niggas thought they thought I wasn't gon' see it
Nigga all that mumbling in your raps I barely peeped it
Nigga I'll slide and walk down
Nigga shut the fuck up you don't mean it
I'm going crazy got my head gone
They got me fucked up I'm tryna leave a nigga head blown
Nigga all that perpetrating that you was doing
Nigga you could've been did something nigga what the fuck you tryna step for now
These niggas hoes they ain't on the same timing that we on
I'm tryna murder something
What the fuck done got into me
Better pick a side cause you gon' die you slidin' with them rookies
To be honest man I made the bitch
The name she got it from me
Nah I ain't even gon' call that hoe no bitch cause that's my brother cousin
I can get your head blown
They got me fucked up I'm tryna keep it calm
Fuck nigga you bleed how I
Bleed I don't do the social media
Sliding behind tent this five percent
They still tryna see me
What the fuck wrong with em'
I don't even diss but why these niggas got me on they mental
Gave you the bitch and I ain't even want her
I just liked the mental
And Sav I fuck with you don't know why you let them niggas tell you different
But it's okay cause when I slide I won't forget to miss you
They ain't on the timing that I'm on
I swear to God that my mind been tripping
Don't know what's wrong with that bit
He out his fucking head
I ain't tryna kill him make him crawl for the rest of his life take his legs
Bitch youngin' they got you fucked up I know it
They think Ian hard cause I don't show it
This shit straight up off the dome I don't need a pen bitch I'm a poet
I'm rolling hard off that boy
Youngin' send him a song he want a chorus
And all them bitches from the ville wanted a feature nigga of course
Nigga said he made me I remember that
On Facebook live he wasn't on Instagram
Niggas stop tagging me in your music
That shit ass ask your own fam'
Oh they don't believe me I got the evidence closed case I don't leave no evidence
And since he say he slime we gon' wipe the little boy nose
Now he ain't smelling shit
How you mad got the bitch she like my music now you really pissed
Other nigga mad about his bitch but I ain't hit my little brother did
I don't know why these niggas playing with me like I'm the one to be fucked with
Hit that little bitch with the hammer MC knowing he can't touch this
And why these niggas always rapping bout these bodies
You're cap bitch
Everything bigger where he from welcome to the dirty south bitch
If you gon' make a song say my name or shut your mouth bitch
I see these niggas gotta use youngin' to get some clout bitch
These niggas all on the internet I ain't internet copy paste delete
And like I said I took his legs now he can't eat cause he got slow feet
And to be honest I'm better than all you niggas I can do this shit with no beat
Nah for real though
Nah for real
Let me show you an example
And I say y'all niggas hoes
They really ain't on nothing
Bring them beat back cause I'm really tryna flow some
I put the size nine straight on your face you play with me
I thought you was real nigga tryna beef but can't leave it in the streets
You want my attention well you got it bitch
But why you picking me
And I heard that sorry ass song
That shit was neat
You showing all them plays but where your fans from Indonesia
And you be showing all that money but when I see you you look broken knees
And to that other nigga go through your bitch phone
Cause she ain't P
Heard my ex bitch got a new nigga who she fuckin
Shit it ain't me
Nigga take my breath away I bet these fuck niggas still hear me breathe
One thing for sure bitch when I die I'ma forever live through these beats
Believe that
Yeah
Man I don't know what the fuck wrong with these niggas man
Fuck that we gone keep it just how it is
I be chillin' bro like the fuck bro
Like for real man I don't know what these niggas pressed bout' bro
I don't know what it is bro like
I don't have these niggas on my mind these niggas not on my mental bro
I don't know what the fuck wrong with these niggas bro
These niggas is hoes bro like come on bro like for real
I'm out the way
Man find something safe to do
Play with your bitch not me
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Writer(s): Jaheim Jackson
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