King ft. Baby B3rk3n Lyrics

Uh, and I slash him in the head with a knife I been tryna figure out another way to fight

I could give a fuck about that bitch, she is a dyke

You be tryna get up and you pedal on your trike

Uh, I'ma be late, man, I gotta catch a flight Gotta get it in, and you know I get it right

Uh, make her legs shake so you know I hit it right I don't give a fuck, nigga, pull up on a guy

Uh, pull up to the club and you know we do it right Uh, mix it with the scissor, yeah, we mix it with the sprite

Uh, man, I need a splify, anybody got a light? Uh, yeah, and I got her in my sights

Uh, when I snort Xannies, man, I snort them by the bar Uh, yeah, they play me, but I play them like some cards

Uh, yeah, I play them, but I play them from afar Uh, yeah, we get it in, yeah, we drivin' all these cars

Uh, ayy, they say what's up in my cup fill eem all with drugs, put my dick up in the gut

Uh, yeah, we mix it up, and we get it real tough Uh, ayy, yeah, we mix it in our cups

One, two, three to the four Yo, little bitch, a baddie, yeah, she drop it to the floor

I'm not finna pour one imma pour, some fuckin' mo' All you motherfuckers are some motherfuckin' hoes

That bitch with some bitch, that mean he is with the bitches He ain't in the lane and he chillin' with some snitches

You finna get killed, just watch out for the hit list All you other motherfuckers couldn't even hit it

Spin it like this with a fuckin' quick wrist, wrist slit Wanna get real clean up in the bitch

You a little bitch, you cannot hang with the dish Yo, little bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' dick

She on my motherfuckin' dick, I'm whippin' like I'm whippin' All you other little misfits and my fuckin' children

I'm gettin' to the shit, and you could really get out livin' All these other little bitches, that's payin' for my prescription

That's payin' for my perscripion, take a motherfuckin' drug with the Xanny And I'm trippin' on these other little bitches

Wanna get hit, I ain't hittin' They gon' really get to missin' on eem

Ayy, when I'm talkin', I don't mean to be rude Chillin' with my dog, and you know his name is Blue

Lookin' at me wrong, then you swear you'll get a clue I like that show from 2002

Bumpin' all this music, yeah, we jumpin' through the roof Callin' all my guys, and I told them to come through

Till a couple of dudes thought they was bulletproof So I hopped up with my crew, and we lookin' at them rude, uh

Yeah, I swear that we ruthless I don't give a fuck about your bitch, I leave her toothless

Nigga wanna talk about that bitch, it is the truth, though I been tryna get it in your little bitch deep throat

Deep through my cock, down her motherfuckin' sock Uh, gippin' on a nigga, yeah, we grippin' on a rock, uh

I don't give a fuck, man, I sell it by the rock Sell it by the kilo, or I sell it by the sack

Uh, nigga, get it back, man, I hit it from the back If a nigga talkin', man, I swear he gettin' back

Uh, I don't give a fuck about that bitch, I swear she whack If you wanna talk it, nigga, we can run it back