(King) (Tired, is that you?) Yeah, mhm, hrr, hrr, hrr, hrr, hm, young nigga-, hm, hm Whole gang locked up, young nigga trappin' Yo Gotti, I won't hit no lick with that gat Wasabi, we flip that boy, pop at his back Young nigga pop out with "Grr", it aim at his "Grr" Fuck mobbin' nigga, he talkin' 'bout "What's good?" I fucked her and did her bad just like I should I'd hitman to get his ass back but he would Talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, flatjack the whole hood Oh shit, you told me, "Don't take him off", man, I misunderstood If I could just fuck for one night then break that ho off, man, I would 100 bands in the safe, let's go hit the juug Kay caught another K We need to mask the fuck up I'll let that sticky finger shit, nigga, you need to back the fuck up That bitch said she love me, ha-ha-ha, that shit made me crack the fuck up I'ma just sip on that Wock' and run the dope up Slime that boy bad, you could just call a Cobra I'm twice, but diss on the mob, I'm on one Me and Velly take him through the swamp just like a ogre For my gang, I'm going out all in, ain't talkin' poker Hm, caught that boy and did a double homicide Nigga, you scared I know that you ain't gon' ride Yo' ass believe in the fairies, you got the wrong guy I get the [?], you know I'm on nine "Why them black bitches on my video? ", you know they both mine I turn on that switch just like a light bulb, I pull out that Glock, he get blind 76, mob shit, until a Glock die White bitch from Alpharetta gon' set yo ass up, all that ho want is a line I hit a lick on the eastside way before I shot the vid' with 2wo2imes She said make time for her, bih' got me fucked up 'cause I can't even really make mine Huh, I ain't got time for no bitch I only got time for makin' money and hit licks I do not got time, you gon' had fuck with me, the fuck my clique I only got time for puttin' B'Rolls in my pocket And nigga, you say you caught me outside with no fye, nigga, stop it Don't think about pullin' that shit, shawty, drop it We smokin' Tavon 'til I'm higher than rocket You flex with that gun on the 'Gram, but you will not pop it Huh, I talked to Phat the other day, he like, "What the fuck poppin'?" Pulled out the Glock the other day on a fuck nigga drivin' She tried to fuck the whole damn gang, that lil' ho [?] When I swing that dope, you know I'ma let that stick hang Me and Kay don't really do talkin' We at the High Table with no motherfuckin' office She said she don't wanna fuck because I'm cocky You ain't good for none', bitch, but that sloppy toppy You ain't gon' pull out that stick for none', why you gon' post it?, just pop it You niggas be workin' with twelve, heard that walkie-talkie Paranoid as the fuck, can't go nowhere without my Glocky