Lyrics:
Aye, Turn this bitch up goddamn
Screw You, Jake
Know you hear the bass when I pull up
Turn my shit up, I ain’t givin’ no fucks
When I drive by all
a jeep, deep with my posse
What's up, sister? yeah, it's mister
K-I-n-g tee, I brung a mixture
Of ruff rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you
piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz
Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye
and Kings
DJ pull up the blud clart ting.
Verse 3: Chillinit
Ayy, let it build up. we get paid we the real ones
I don't lean back on a push bike but I push
someone
I played the role 'til I knew each line by heart
But now it's time to change, won't you find another playmate
Someone who'll be glad to play
jammy pack,
Fuel it up,
Cause I'm gone.
The people all dance,
With their big long arms,
And a peach in their pants.
Picking fruit from the sky,
Some weeks have passed and his subjects have
All but given up
People were tired of forcing the king
To try and live it up
The morning sun
(Uh-huh, mm-hm, woo)
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam (ya)
Actavis pouring up lean (ya)
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
change, I'm a sell it back
Bring that pack in, bring that pack in
Counting all that loot, we kept stacking it
Bring that pack in, bring that pack in
Better
kickback
Nigga wanna count up the green, in a big sack
Knew it ever since seventeen, wanted big racks
Now they want me to break em pieces like a Kit Kat
I
coming back
I started out with a hundred pack
I had the spot doing jumping jacks
Ran that shit up couple hundred racks
Staying on point I ain't one to lack
on the Bacardi
Wake up take a sip I'm buzzin'
Only drink it by the dozen
What's up, I love that smoke
And that ganja burnin' my hand
Local woods in high demand
chose up
She don't rock with lames it's the thunder she throws up
She show me her titties she freaky like Doja
I got my clout up by telling my stories
You
those
Unloadin' clips, I'm sprayin' at your kinfolk
She ask how I did it, lil baby I don't know
Sendin' packs out, Ima re-up like pronto
Fuck her to Drake
Come step up for your area
Yeah no one's scared of ya
Pushing packs on the regular
Surveillance getting heavier
Gang by my side, you know where down
through worse when i went through the dirt
Now I gleam when I step out cleaner
Yeah team's coming up that way
Tryna make moves and your stressing on pack
enough yet, but the stack getting bigger
Pull up, pack it, load and deliver
Better switch it up, you ain't no driller, make something shake, be a go-getter
wasn't counting on
The collective, on the 3 amigos
Still connected by that bond, these are my peoples
This here is the sequel, this year we gonna re-up
So long I've been waiting
For someone like you
Oh ho
Come here my darling
And pack me up
And take me to foreign
Come here my darling
Come here my
and i wont stop
Cause i get it so cheap no matter what i wont be losing
Re up spots is so hard to find
But i got one
Cool ass mexican man
Eyo
slide
And later we got moves but for now we getting high
Dank with the pack so you know we getting by
Crew stuntin
Star studded
Fuck with us cuz we gon
with? What ya want?
(Quavo)
Stick 'em up where it's at
I didn't shoot him but he had a heart attack
I've been drinkin', I've been smokin'
Dab
its a wrist show
Money on me I'm a machine
Fuck with me my lifes a trip
Bands up, now shawty want me
Big pack I be smoking on green
Did this at home by
Macbeth oh Macbeth
It's no coincidence
That your name it rhymes with death
Everything you touch ends up dead
Don't listen to those weird sisters
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