KING OF THE PICKS (KOTP) Lyrics

Diaz

Ahem, Diaz

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

I shoot with a laser aint plannin' to miss

I'm totin' artillery, loadin' the blicks

You best not be lacking I'm spottin' the licks

Why you runnin' off now we just started bitch

You jackin' the stock I'm packin' a stick

Niggas can't fuck with me you know they pissed

Fuck all that shit, I'm throwin' a fit

Ain't doin' shit basic, I go on a blitz

I work on her back, she gettin the gist

P-A-T-E-K Phillipe on the wrist

Ain't got no info I'm pleadin' the fifth

Death note nigga stay off my list

Ricky Givenchy I feel like a sith

But bitch I'm on the bright side don't get it twisted

She like the smell of my neck so she kissed it

Bandemic give me six feet of distance

For my homeboys, And the boys at home

CD been poppin' since offa the dome

CD been doin' this all on his own

CD been droppin' a Whole Lotta Chrome

Don't you be cappin', I feel like the captain

Addicted to rappin', I don't do no yappin'

I'm double t-tappin', I'm on the third lap and

I'm crossin' the finish line, I get to dappin'

Know I reckon that I need me a second

I'ma just get to double checkin'

I ain't come here for nothing but fuckin' wreakin'

You know better, you can't do this shit like me 'cuz I'm a trendsetter

I'ma need you niggas to get better

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, now

I got a screamin' bitch up on the track

I got the roster carried on my back

I got the Rasta right next to the clat

I got the riders they getting you whacked

I got Bounce with me supplying the pack

Choppa go brat-tat-at-at

They runnin' when they hear the click and the clack

Please spin back, I'ma throw hands for the scraps

I posted up quick with my CD OG's

CD on CD you see what you see

All of my niggas pop out to come see me

All of my niggas keep my shit on repeat

Reach in the birkin' for blicky's and smithon's

Bitch you best know we be winnin'

Baddies with a big big booty

I got them from DR to Finland, I'm doing my business

We outside, but I'm all the way in this

I do it all little bitch I'm a misfit

I do it all I'm built all the way different

I see the cash, you seein' the difference

I came for the eatin' not only the rappin'

I slide for the homies not just for the eatin'

We up in the seasons, I'm totin' a beam and

I'm fightin' the demons, bitch I'm barely breathing

I asked every person I know for the reason

I don't know why niggas love selling they soul for the cheatin'

They don't know you feel what you feelin'

They don't know I'm on my own rackin' it up to the ceiling

I got a feast, I'm watching who sit with me

Say what I'll say, but I'll leave it a mystery

Jack that they know me, they don't know my history

Look at 'em hating they trying to get to me

Spinnin' the block like a fucking rotisserie

I told 'em weave, I'm dodgin' they missin' me

Radiate, when I rap they get sick of me

Long sleeves got a whole lotta trickery

I told my homies we gettin to victory

I told the baddest bitch take a lick of me

I got the baddest bitch, gettin slippery

She want the package, I made the delivery

You know I'm up on my boppity bippity

I make a beat just to spit on it wickedly

I got your lady we get to positionin'

She thought she cuffed, but I was just visitin'

Fuck you been talking bout? I ain't been listenin'

Water all over me ain't talking Michigan

I don't got time to listen to ya bitch again

Y'all niggas toxic y'all gettin' too sickenin'

Yeah

Ha, fuck is y'all on?

Get with the wave

CD

Diaz