Table Full of Kings 4 Lyrics

Bitch you know just who it is

Back up in this bitch

Okay

Ain't see it coming switch the intro cause that shit was to Cliche

Need the money right this second ain't no time for Delay

Bitch we in the fourth quarter and I made it a Parlay

Always knew who you should call but now it's beeping hoe

Thinking he decomposing but he right behind that freezer door

Watcha reaching for

Keeping that heat up on me when you see that dough

Spending it

Like I need to get rid of it but it keeps coming on back for more

Okay

Let me pipe down

Plain tee up on my chest now

Ain't been up with the rest how

He shooting but don't make a sound

A horn up on his head now

He trade a crown to fall down

A hole and never sold his sole

Its tfok watch that boy fold

If a slip knot at the function imma drop in

Think ya boy vanilla but they look past all the toppings

He ain't doing shit but on the low that boy been plotting

Twenty seven club been done but it ain't ever dropping

So

I know motha fuckas wanna be dann

With a crib like this must sell contraband

With a whip like this ain't meant to be slammed

Take an L this year then shit I'd be damned

Got that game winning play and I feel like a lion

I feel like retiring

My tires is spinning and I'm down to the wire

I acquire attire of wheels on my tee so they know I spit fire