King motherf**ker

Ay yo some of y'all bitches be motherf**kin'
Speeding and talking out of turn
You need to slow the f**k down and hold up man
Ay yo Trae The Truth get at these niggas c'mon
I am king you know what it is
Bitch came up to me she said who you is
You know what I had to tell her
I said I'm Diddy bitch

I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes
Yellin' where them haters at
Ain't nothin' changed
Still talkin' white bricks cocaine

In the club with a hundred racks
I'm just sayin'
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Yeah wait a minute bitch
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up
Yeah' I'm just sayin'
I'm just sayin' hold up
California rari bitch top just fold up

Nigga with an attitude Michael Kors polo

Top'll get to poppin make em freeze up like a photo
Nightmares'bout the feds smellin like Hermes
Black with a check now you Cortez

The exorcist nigga when I roll it turn heads
Put some Ninas to they froze like starin' at Medusa hair
You see me in these streets on these beats

With them hoes of the kitchen
A pussy nigga think different
Pussy nigga trippin'
It's Jizzle from the bottom
Die a legend out this bitch
I get to whippin' up that fo'
And get a second out that bitch

Yellin' where them haters at

Ainn't nothin' changed

Still talkin' white bricks cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks I'm just sayin'
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up hold up

Yeah wait a minute bitch
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up
Yeah I'm just sayin'

King of the streets twin drops I'm storin'
Bitch I ball for the city
Just like my last name Horton
So much green inside the trunk
It should've stayed in the garden
All I do is pay the price
I never ask what they chargin'
I pull up on your bitch
And repossess her like you owe that
Put her in a flick and and
Display her like she was Kodak
King motherf**ker I'm classic like I was throwback
This ain't what you want pussy nigga
You better know that
Too deep in this rari
Something blowin' like Bob Marley
Hit my youngin' with a chopper
Tell him ride like Harley
I do this for my niggas in the city of the slow shit
Well they pulled up and they bang something
Them laws come we don't know shit
Street nigga problems we don't never duck'em
I'm an asshole
Trae forever young n f**k'em
Nuts hangin' to the point
It ain't nowhere to stuff'em
I let my chain play nigga

I don't ever tuck'em

I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes
Yellin' where them haters at
Ain't nothin' changed
Still talkin' white bricks cocaine

In the club with a hundred racks
I'm just sayi
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Yeah wait a minute bitch
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up

Yeah I'm just sayin'

Jays in the yard Ki's in the kitchen
AKs in the closet

A quarter million in the ceiling
Wonder how they never caught me
All I gotta say is pay your taxes
Pay your lawyer fee
People runnin' at a nigga
Know the nigga I got
Yeah that's above the law
Call it what you call it
Don't take no shit cause I ain't no toilet
See me shawty you see me
I pulled up hopped out sharp as shit
Rolls Royce so big
Can't park the shit
You ain't 'bout that life
Quit startin' shit
Cause we ain't gon' wanna hear that ol' siren shit

I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes

Yellin' where them haters at
Ain't nothin' changed
Still talkin' white bricks cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks
I'm just sayi
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
Yeah wait a minute bitch
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up
Yeah I'm just sayin
Ay yo ABN

Trae The Truth
Kings baby

I got stadium place bitches

And I ain't just talkin' to women neither