King of the D

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I feel like the king of the D, but this ain't Meech City
My opps is hoes, I can drop the lo, they still wont Meet wit me
You can get a plate or bowl, if you ain't bro, you ain't gon' eat wit me
Steady throwin' up the fours, but I touch ten before It's 3:50

Bitch, I can touch a ten before the clock do
My opps Done clicked up and turned opps, don't Know who shot who
Any nigga told you swav a bitch
I swear that's not true
Catch a opp out with this pole and I'm gon blow, Bitch ain't know ha-chu,
Bitch I bet I'll blow And ain't no sneezin

Turn my pop brown, I'm in Cleveland
If I get shot, I'ma take a nigga mama
Then we even
Doin' hand-to-hands, I got grams in a van
Like, who need it? Katie mad as hell, she fiendin
Gave her some shh, now she cheesin'

I love to see my heady smilin, my city got a fetty problem
We ain't shootin' for the net, creep up
with nine like I'm Vet Ibaka
Feel like granny, puttin' switchie on my opps, they tryna tell me stop it
Speaking of My granny, she just taught me how to whip
I cook like Betty Crocker,

King of the D, but I ain't never been to Michigan
Jump inside the water, I bet I ain't gon' pull you out, I ain't no fisherman
He said he doin' what the who, I hit that nigga with the "huh?", like I wasn't listenin
223's rip through a street, these touch your car, it ain't no fixin it

Like that fix'a'flat ain't workin
Double D's clappin', chop twerkin
Niggas beef without a purpose, but I ain't doin' shit in person
But when that smoke start to surface, we in the striker, slide and swervin
Pick up the Glock and write in cursive, blow the switch an itch im percin

Dumbass, feel like the king of the D, but this ain't Meech City
My opps is hoes, I can drop the lo, bet they won't meet with me
You can get a plate or bowl, if you ain't bro, you ain't gon' eat with me
Steady throwin' up the fours, but I touch ten before it's 3:50

I can touch a ten before the clock do it My opps clicked up, then turn opps
Don't know who shot who, finna throw another party for all my opps
Tell him stop through
you takin' credit for another nigga work
We know that's not true,
niggas lame as hell

All our guns big like we in Texas
We putting belt all on they ass until them niggas learn they lessons
Makin' niggas hit they feet, pull up with heat, we tryna stretch em
It only take one finger to catch a hat, Odell Beckham
I need a touchdown,
You in the way, if you ain't talkin' pape then move the f*ck round

Get bows from out of state, the mail truck overweight, I got too much pounds
I grew up with this nigga, he was sweet, I guess he tough now
Niggas touch a band and turn motion boys, they think they us, like, what the f*ck
These niggas peons
from the streets, bitch, my residence evil
I feel like Leon

Niggas weird like Stevie Wonder, I just can't see what they be on
Think about me in they free time, meanwhile, pay for a deuce, come get a free line
Feel like the king of the D but this ain't Meech City
My opps is hoes, I can drop the lo, they still won't meet with me

You can have a plate or bowl, if you ain't bro, you ain't gon' eat with me
Steady throwin' up the fours, but I touch ten before it's 3:50
Bet I can touch a ten before the clock do
My opps clicked up, then turn opps, don't know who shot who

Any nigga said that swav, a bitch, I swear that's not true
If I catch a opp out with this pole, and let it blow, it ain't no ha-chu
I'ma let it blow, it ain't no sneezin', turn my pop brown, I'm a cleavend
If I get shot, I'ma take a nigga, mama, then we even

Servin' hand-to-hand, I got grams in the van, like, who need it
Katie mad as hell, she fiendin', took some shit, now she cheesin

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