King Us (feat. Lor Mike)

We ran that fetti and now these niggas king us I put the Rollie on the wrist to match da chain dog Go bar for bar for any nigga off the brain dog I'm with my brothers til end and they ain't even blood We got it straight up out the dirt you would think we was slugs I had to dig my own way out you would think imma dog When I was sleeping on that couch man I needed a hug I love my brothers til' the end man I swear they my dogs And they gone king us You run up and try testing me you must be brain dumb Never forget who put you on I tell you I'm the one I had turned nothing into something you see I'm a don (I'm the don) What's up with all these niggas see my style they wanna copy that Don't make me have to start chopping niggas like a lumberjack Remember what you did to us before you see how we react You stabbed me in my damn back now you see I'm the man man We ran that fetti and now these niggas king us I put the Rollie on the wrist to match da chain dog Go bar for bar for any nigga off the brain dog I'm with my brothers til end and they ain't even blood I got they back I'm staying strap and that's for life Niggas be tricky bitches bakey they will stab you in your back with no knife I been different a nigga bippin and I been flyer then a kite Yeah I'm the slickest I'm that nigga I'm steady coming trim they call me mike Fuck that If a nigga push my buttons it's on sight The way I'm strap and I reach inside my dip call me a dyke Call me a demon Have em screaming in broad day light They know I'm leaning a nigga feening for that money I know that's right Rock my citi on the left they already know that we the best We dripping different diamonds on our necks We got different money different checks Crash that Ac and the finfin got damn that's two different wrecks Private lifestyle i'm a private nigga I need a private jet I'm in the car with my brothers , we like to ss off do the dash We 4th and 3 just like scudda We probably run down with no masks My brother crazy he a mother fucker The way he spin he will drive you crazy And I'm not going to lie my father fucked up but I can't blame him god made me Showed up to my uncle funeral I almost cried We was on that block with cmurda we almost died What's in my dip a extended clip this a Glock nine My finfin fast I'm on the gas they can't stop mine