Table Full of Kings Lyrics

Bitch you know just who to call N times two

Ghost busters in this bitch watch me take yo boo

Tables full of kings watch that boy fold

No cap up in my rap but everything I say is bold

Paranoia check the peep hole

Drive thru bank I took out cinco

Took yo bitch call that shit repo

Pop some skittles going beast mode

What's in yo cup dirty Dann dirty cup

Go drink it up, now a motha fucka stuck

You think you hot shit?

Ain't no skill, that shit was luck

Got the dough from the D And I stay with the bucks

Don't take no L's

Cash come in bales

Your short like elves

Wrist wet like Phelps

First class like mail

Got bars whole sale

Low key can't tell got C notes like Adele

Fuck a Lambo whip a casket

I'm flashing my hazards

Three hits then pass it back

Now I'm spazing

Blow your mind just like some magic

Living lavish took some practice

Gah damn I made it happen

Get the fuck up out my bracket your pockets making me laugh

Turn the black to ash

Turn my words to cash

Six speed whipping now I'm dipping when I hit the gas

You say you drippin' fresh

But I don't see now splash

You see the pockets they be fat ain't no end to that