don king

beatking

keke already warned me that bitches ain't shit

dj screw in my cup and your bitch on my dick

and my dick by my pistol

pocket full of issues

studewood i rep that eight in my clique too

fat nigga

6'2

got all the hoes

this true

fuck your bitch send her back to as to kiss you

bitch my flow sick fluid

15's in my fucking trunk

c3e run the fucking city

i don't see no fucking comp

feeding rap over this beat like keke did in '96

my lines sick

vip club with a fine bitch

talk down and meet me

street sweeper

control of the needed people

flow eat people

hannibal

yella bitches on my dick

now where was your four years ago

when i was in the buick going through it

now they call me baby like i'm in a stroller

they know i got my door up

they smile when i roll up

club god bitch

the whole clubb screaming hold up

when my clique we shine harder than six suns

fucked your bitch the first night

she made you wait six months

we don't love these hoes like we don't love these laws

ridin' round in these new white cop car

this is some grey tape shit

some 288 shit

ferrari look like a genesis

my slab look like a spaceship

balling like i'm mason

bad bitches chasin'

fuck niggas talk shit on twitter

but they don't wanna face him

my show are yellow taped in

studewood embracin'

bad bitches all the way up to niggas in the state pen

keke said i was killin' these clubs and respects what he sees

i told him a beat he can't get for free

cause he's a legend to me

shootout to the suc from pokey to esg

talk down get your ass beat like a vst

that glock 40 black like a ps3

studewood on my back like 3x tee

got your bitch in my hotel room

sippin' purple

sucking dick while i'm watching commercials

freestyle no rehearsal

bitch i'm the king at this

nut in your bitch face and ain't seen her since

club god all i do is fuck hoes and eat dennys

got three freaks with men you don't like that

you can eat semi baow

peepin' in my window

month of december

3am freestyle on

got these hoes on my zipper

scrollin' through my twitter

lookin' for a flipper

if she got a weak mind

then i prolly pimp her

rock out with my dick out like i'm stiffler

yella bitch got three yellow friends look like the simpsons

my two year old hollin' while i'm freestylin'

but i'm still fly

got to be a g

one of the realest in it

niggas like to see you grindin'

but niggas don't like to see you winnin'

them same hoes from highschool that told me and carter was wack

they all in the clubs 09 all them bitches fat

inhale or debreath a fail

i pay all my momma's bills and i get checks in the mail

get sex in hotels all over the country

to say hold up and grab my dick

these promoters pay me money

haters can't grip that

so i sit back and think

back when i had that shirt

walking around with headphones listen to all my beats at work

tryna come up with a plan

for me and c3e and it worked

everybody that ever said i couldn't do shit

ain't shit now

and they forgot what they said

but the shit they said is forever up in my head

and i use that shit today and to the day that i'm dead