Ugh King Zero Ay yo word on the street is I’ll black on ‘em all And go (Gun Shot) if they ever get my back on the wall Like my niggas from the corner i should dash from the law Because I’m just like them I got crack by the ball Get it, I said crack by the ball Got the game in the yolk, got rap by the balls Got your dame in the yolk Got a wrap by my balls Tell her rap all my bars It’s a wrap I’m a boss Pull an arm out This is the mission to take the bread, shoot his leg off Now he like Mr. Potato Head And you ain’t seen a brother with his paint peanut butter And the mother fucking guts in the whip is potato bread Hold up Jelly ass niggas don’t approach me homie You know i keep that mother fucking toaster on me If you lunchin i ain’t even gotta get the casket I'll bury yo ass in a picnic basket Chillll Fuck is you mean We ducking them suckers come fuck a true king My bucket too clean It’s Gucci I’m Gucci In Gucci just picked up a couple new things Still got my chopper from the old block dog Fuck up out my business get yo nose chopped off 26’s on the bitches with the doors chopped off In the Chevy same color as a pork chop Lawdddd I’m just chatting with my peers If my rap was an app I’d snap and disappear King! I’m a sick sick cat You say my four don’t shoot well let me breech this gat It be a photo shoot how this (cocking of gun) snap And give you all head shots when i grip this mack I give one of these niggas they issue smack I'll bench you, then tell you “bitch you whack” And put so many mother fucking shots in your frame That the doctor will have to PicStich you back King! You lames still breathing Y’all still doing shit with no shame no reason Here’s a real nigga rule No fame, no reaching You don’t own your house, you can’t claim no region Watch what you bring over here You checkers I’m chess That’s kings over squares Yea I see the same shit a giant see Bunch a little mother fuckers acting like i ain’t me Oh the irony Fuck niggas trying me Better luck trying to fuck siamese Porcupines Told these niggas 40 times Lights out 49ers, 40 9’s burst Nigga where you come from Baltimore Fuck all of y’all, wall to wall Danger everywhere you go This is what you call a war Walk in to the store, get a nigga chalked Trigga sparks, shit get dark to 'em loose a major part to 'im Yea this an art form Just a form of art with my heart pourin out I embark on Rare to come by Hard to walk on Fuck is y’all doing while the laws on, my balls Get my floss on Floor seats on the same shit my fucking Porsche on Wood grain get some good brain Fuck a portion need the whole thing Nigga cause the half won’t do Frontrunner do shit niggas in the back won’t do And the bag won’t do for my bitch It ain’t a burglary fucking bitches Throw it on a nigga card You ain’t working, It ain’t working out between us You just lurking, You ain’t working out the penis Like you should, you deserve it, you ain’t even out the hood You just worthless You just surface when the nigga poppin bottles huh? Lot of whips lot of figures lot of models huh Lot of niggas model they shit after mine Lot of niggas try to date a model chick after mine King Minding my business make a mother fucker hurt you Pull the weed and blow a mother fucking circle Thats a zero!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
