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King motherf**ker

Ay yo some of y'all b**ches be motherf**kin'

Speeding and talking out of turn

You need to slow the f**k down and hold up man

Ay yo Trae The Truth get at these *s c'mon

I am king you know what it is

B**ch came up to me she said who you is

You know what I had to tell her

I said I'm Diddy b**ch

I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes

Yellin' where them haters at

Ain't nothin' changed

Still talkin' white bricks coc*ine

In the club with a hundred racks

I'm just sayin'

Yeah b**ch I'm like hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up hold up

Yeah wait a minute b**ch

Hold up hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up

Yeah' I'm just sayin'

I'm just sayin' hold up

California rari b**ch top just fold up

Ni**a with an attitude Michael Kors polo

Top'll get to poppin make em freeze up like a photo

Nightmares'bout the feds smellin like Hermes

Black with a check now you Cortez

The exorcist ni**a when I roll it turn heads

Put some Ninas to they froze like starin' at Medusa hair

You see me in these streets on these beats

With them hoes of the kitchen

A p**sy ni**a think different

P**sy ni**a trippin'

It's Jizzle from the bottom

Die a legend out this b**ch

I get to whippin' up that fo'

And get a second out that b**ch

Yellin' where them haters at

Ainn't nothin' changed

Still talkin' white bricks coc*ine

In the club with a hundred racks I'm just sayin'

Yeah b**ch I'm like hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up hold up

Yeah wait a minute b**ch

Hold up hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up

Yeah I'm just sayin'

King of the streets twin drops I'm storin'

B**ch I ball for the city

Just like my last name Horton

So much green inside the trunk

It should've stayed in the garden

All I do is pay the price

I never ask what they chargin'

I pull up on your b**ch

And repossess her like you owe that

Put her in a flick and and

Display her like she was Kodak

King motherf**ker I'm classic like I was throwback

This ain't what you want p**sy ni**a

You better know that

Too deep in this rari

Something blowin' like Bob Marley

Hit my youngin' with a chopper

Tell him ride like Harley

I do this for my *s in the city of the slow sh*t

Well they pulled up and they bang something

Them laws come we don't know sh*t

Street ni**a problems we don't never duck'em

I'm an asshole

Trae forever young n f**k'em

Nuts hangin' to the point

It ain't nowhere to stuff'em

I let my chain play ni**a

I don't ever tuck'em

I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes

Yellin' where them haters at

Ain't nothin' changed

Still talkin' white bricks coc*ine

In the club with a hundred racks

I'm just sayi

Yeah b**ch I'm like hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up hold up

Yeah wait a minute b**ch

Hold up hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up

Yeah I'm just sayin'

Jays in the yard Ki's in the kitchen

AKs in the closet

A quarter million in the ceiling

Wonder how they never caught me

All I gotta say is pay your taxes

Pay your lawyer fee

People runnin' at a ni**a

Know the ni**a I got

Yeah that's above the law

Call it what you call it

Don't take no sh*t cause I ain't no toilet

See me shawty you see me

I pulled up hopped out sharp as sh*t

Rolls Royce so big

Can't park the sh*t

You ain't 'bout that life

Quit startin' sh*t

Cause we ain't gon' wanna hear that ol' siren sh*t

I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes

Yellin' where them haters at

Ain't nothin' changed

Still talkin' white bricks coc*ine

In the club with a hundred racks

I'm just sayi

Yeah b**ch I'm like hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up hold up

Yeah wait a minute b**ch

Hold up hold up hold up

Hold up hold up hold up

Yeah I'm just sayin

Ay yo ABN

Trae The Truth

Kings baby

I got stadium place b**ches

And I ain't just talkin' to women neither