I'm the king don't get yo neck slit ice on my bracelet fuck you I'm popping you and who you with fuck who you came with you really fake hard over text bitch I'm feelin dead might pop a xan with the next bitch shawty want a quicky I just want the neck then dip get the cash quick make my money then kick in yo Door who you think you fucked with bass bumping I be fucking on yo cousin if you wanna fight pop yo shit I'm public got my shorty bustin glocks shots at all yo cousins you a fed and running you got it comin straight smoking dank finna take my stress away finna fade to Grey I'll be smoking dank till my breath takesp away I'm on ecstasy vodka lemonade vodka every day I'm bouta collapse shawty throwing ass at my hips got the gas in the zip bouta light up a spliff puff on the gas then I pass puff puff pass and shit I got pounds to cop I keep plenty glocks I throw plenty shots I got plenty Dawgs I got plenty mud I got drugs in my pockets finna lose some bud don't be trying me boy cause I keep a gun I am the one the chosen one