Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
King Me
A.B. The Great One
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Boy I'm back in this bitch like I don't even care
When you the rap god you don't need a prayer I'm so laid back you won't need a chair
Make em feel what I'm saying like they reading Braille
Chill with the beef you better leave it there I pull the drum out the trunk you won't need
A snare And don't come with a gun you gon' need
A pair I put your ass out of service you gonneed repair Uh when we pull up what you gon' do
You can try to escape but who can you run to
Get it
Escape
Who can you run to
You gon' catch a beat and give the mic check one two
And I don't care if anybody's around You can ask this whole city they tell you
I run the town Yeah they'll tell you I run you clowns
Fuck with me and I'll run you into the ground You niggas know me I don't chill I ride
Even when I'm feeling low niggas still I rise
I got you niggas scared you won't chill outside I'm a motherfucking animal I live outside
You can fuck around and get your cap peeled outside
Get your motherfucking brain straight spilled outside
You can get shot and roll down the hill outside I make you niggas look like Jack and Jilloutside I'm hot no matter how it feel outside
This ain't McDonald's but I got the Mac meal outside
Fake niggas stay inside shit is real outside And I hustle so when it rain I'm still outside
Don't get this shit twisted my nigga cause I could hurt you
Put the razor blade to your neck color purple Nigga if you get out of line then I will
murk you Take your ass down to the river and then desert
you Buck shots gon' have them niggas jumping hurdles
What's coming out of them shells it won't be turtles
Even at night I'm fine my Vision Thermal Advice is getting them squares out of your
Inner circle When you get on the mic you just say shit
About how you tote guns and how you spray shit I used to cook crack you ain't made shit
You see me whipping nigga but this ain't no cake mix
Dawg I'm still hungry like I ain't ate shit I'm like a fully loaded gun nothing to play
with Life is like a boxing match you gon' take
Hits But when you go to the corner it ain't to
Get your face fixed And really you in the way shit
Trying to fight a war but you ain't finished with basics
And I'm very good with placement I put two in your attic then hide your ass
In my basement You niggas thinking I would let you slide
Like I would just let you ride like let you by
I wet you up I won't let you dry Leave you bleeding nigga let you die
Who gon' testify
Must be a bird cause I'm extra fly Go get the hoes cause I'm extra fire
Now who's next to try
I pull up on you like it's exercise And I doubt you leave death defied
Cause you's a big guy but they can't find a bulletproof vest your size
Cold and stiff I leave you texturized I leave these pussy niggas mesmerized
Cause like Geek Squad I bring the tech to guys
Before you move better check for eyes Cause these snitch ass niggas got detective
Eyes That's why I don't respect these guys
I'm so ahead of myself that my neck is tied
ย