King Sh*t (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/T.I.

Oh this a hit ni**a

With no words on it

I got on two chains but

No I ain't Tity Boi

I'm dream chasin'

But I ain't from Philly boy

B**ch bad and she said that I can get it boy

This a hit and I'mma make a ni**a feel it boy

My flow on range

My swag's insane

And my campaign on ten

I like the b**ch

She down to f**k

But I'm really into her friend

House up on the hill

Got it off of coc*ine

Aventador Lamborghini

Condo off of Biscayne

B**ch I'm in my lane

Fresh as hell no stains

Robert jeans with the stones

Giuseppe man's my chain

I'm different I was built for this

My b**ch only rock Tiffany

You rat you'll sing a symphony and

I'm back city been missing me

My watch silly my clock ignorant and

I'm the king of my city

I'm banned up and I ain't in a band

But my flow just like an instrument

Bass feel that yellow tape of the trizack

Hating is a disease p**sy where they do that

L A Reid cut the check for me

King sh*t and you know what it is

Shawty smell like a pound of that loud

But a ni**a look like a hundred mill

But I drive Ferrari f**k the motherf**kin dealer

Pay 10 million for a mansion

That worth more than your opinion

I got racks all in my cargo pants

Standard clip with that hollow man

Yo' b**ch a**

If yo b**ch bad she get f**ked fast

Ain't no romance

My diamond dancing in 3D ni**a

Like a bank strip when you see me ni**a

Your money wrong and my money long

And I'm playing with it like PE ni**a

Real ni**a no joke

Don't think there ni**a no ho

I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum

In the carpet up under my car

And ni**a I don't wanna smoke your w**d

Plain gas the only thing I smoke

And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead

Shawty they taught me everything I know

I do whip it

Who could care to dip it

Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city

Really we bout that action you try us and we blastin'

We turnt to the max that's a motherf**king fact

I'm a real ni**a

F**k these rappers

Door up doors down

When I'm in the club

B**ch it's going down

Shawty think it f**ked hand down

Hands up pants down

Down down shawty f**kin head down

I see my phone blowing up

I know it's going down

Once I busted at the rapper

Then it hit the town

Check the numbers in the city

Boy it going down

This that d**e boy academy

Them three letters been after me,(Who )

The F B I ever catchin me

My family my witness a tragedy

Shorty open her legs up happily

I ball hard like an athlete

Young black ni**a in a big white phantom

Ni**a I look like a referee ni**a

They blowing the whistle they telling

I do the clam I'm chilling

This b**ch turned up making rain

When I'm in the club you yellin

They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily

One feet in the game and one feet out

Swear I barely made it

I'ma real ni**a till the death of me

Never sing a song like a parakeet

50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee

I be gettin money like a motherf**kin Brinx trunk

Standing in the kitchen ni**a

Trying to build a brick up uh