[Verse 1: King-ISO]: I be off in that Murder I be off in that Kill I be off in that Slaughter My niggas know I'm for real Still rapping like I never had a deal I be off in that vaccum seal with Y'all niggas bitches Jack and Jill, Finna beef Giving niggas whole value meals Riding 'round with a bad bitch, she like me, she never had shit We spend loot and get cash quick She only normal, a tad bit Super bad, like an actress I'm Brad Pitt, with a black tip Rip a nigga easy, like fabric With a bad bitch, when her ass thick I keep it brackin' My pants saggin' You niggas slackin' I'm on ya, rapping I murder niggas with the semi and the Mac-10 [?] with a napkin Niggas talking 'bout beef, But, who has It? I made a living off this muthafucking rap shit I got cash quick, and drop classics If you ain't dropped an album, then suck a fat dick I'm that nigga, you with that bitch I'm in a gang, But, you with the wack clique You open up for bigger niggas and you pay for features What's that shit? A local nigga to a global nigga Underground like a casket You actin' like you on with social media.. Catfish!
[Hook: King-ISO]: You niggas Liars You lie about your fame You lie about your name Exposing out your flame, but you on fire I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game Like you 'bout it, but you ain't You niggas ain't workin' You safe with this (You safe with this!) You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!) These hoes believe you (These hoes believe you!) Y'all crazy, bitches (Y'all crazy bitches!) Your jewelry fake, how much you pay for this shit? Y'all ain't catching cases Y'all ain't gangsta niggas
[Verse 2: King-ISO]: Hold up, You ain't swinging work, got bigger cash? What you make from work? You ballin' out, but can't change a shirt You're a yee nigga, you don't bang the turf When the stainless squirt, It'll stain your shirt When yo bitch cook, then you make dessert Suck a sick dick, I'mma bang a nurse You mainstream, well go bang a skirt I got yellow ice, and I'm smoking blue Like I'm slayin' a smurf, and I'm drinking purp I was born a nut, Like I dropped out With a hard dick and I came at birth Y'all plain as thirst Stop bitching on that internet and go lay a verse Y'all spendin' while I'm stacking 'Til my bank look like my date of birth Y'all niggas need Beats, you ain't get shit 'till you pay me first Y'all say that I'm weak, but when I drop a song, You gon' play it first Shoutout to my Dead Gang, talking about the real Dead Gang Not dick riders like the X-Games, just to get fame Where you head bang But I don't give two fucks about you fake niggas no more While you bangin' on your Wi-fi, I'm 'bout to go on tour Shoutout all my five niggas, Shoutout all my six niggas Eses and my Juggalos, Y'all know what it is, niggas
[Hook: King-ISO]: You niggas Liars You lie about your fame You lie about your name Exposing out your flame, but you on fire I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game Like you 'bout it, but you ain't You niggas ain't workin' You safe with this (You safe with this!) You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!) These hoes believe you, Y'all crazy, bitches (Y'all crazy bitches!) Your jewelry fake, how much you pay for this shit? Y'all ain't catching cases Y'all ain't gangsta niggasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
