Lil King
Ballin' like MJ
August, 18th (Yeah)
Opened up that cell let me out on bail
Free Zay out that pen nigga (Free lil Zay)
I seen lil Jaylon some hours before he was killed nigga
You ever shot a Gen4 extension, should I mention? (Glizzy)
Ever went missing? You been hit or felt that steel nigga?
Lost my brother made me turn up on my savage
Had to cut that lil hoe off
Cause she was acting like I'm average
Now I'm that nigga!
Semi-Automatic Packing , he a lick stop all that acting
I'm a take it if he taxing (Bitch)
Me and Head
We was on the 12 and dodging the feds
He had the Glock, 30 shots, so if it hit you, you dead
Charles, it was me and you, and Cea with the Sig
We could've got em when we spot em
But he stay with the pigs
I'm riding solo
But you know i gotta stay with a weapon
He mama's baby, guess I'll be sending her angel to Heaven
Lil Daedae Cripping but you know i'm banging red like 11th
The Oppositions, catch em slipping
Better pray to the revern
My nigga tote a 380
But it's a Glock, so don't move wrong
He tweaking, walk up on you, spray your car
In a school zone
I was in the streets when you was hopping off the porch
Rolling with some demons, since toddlers applying force
(Verse 2)
Lil King, whats your dream? "To just be the greatest"
Sitting back pouring lean with my team
And these niggas hated(They hating on me)
Aye lil Jaylon why you gone? i been steady asking
I'm thinking bout that time in the mall we was steady cashing
Aye lil Kam nigga, don't you remember?
Cruising down Frazier Pike me and JP early November (BuccTown)
Before they hated, before my brother
Before he begged me to take all of his charges under the cover
(Verse 3)
Gilliam Park baby
But i'm posted in that Bucctown
With 100 rounds
We gone gun em down
223 gone hit him from a mile (Shhh)
Make some mama's frown(Aye, aye)
Bitch I'm Lil King
40 with a beam and this bitch loud! (Lil King)
She sucking dick
Going for the team, set that bitch out! (Lil King)
Yes I be ducked off in the party with that stick
I know my nigga ain't gone switch
But if he do he can get hit! (Lil King)
Getting down and dirty, long nights up in them trenches
Me and A.D back to back, he sparked a wood
So Ima finish it
(Verse 4)
I been up working for some hours
Ain't eat anything
Get off that work , make sure they say that they ain't see anything
(Verse 5)
I'm on the go, road running, doing hits out the rental
That nigga Jason trigger happy, let him spray out the rental
I told Lil Myy, just be careful cause these niggas is bitches (Bitch ass niggas)
And don't fuck with the other side because them niggas is snitches
Just save your money, stack it up
Don't let them get to your riches
Grip on your pistol, don't get hit and don't get put on a picture
(Verse 6)
Hold on let me try again!
I'm going in
In the clouds feel like i'm gone with the wind
We setting trends
I know some killers from the 6
Closed casket, left him ugly
Screaming fuck the other side
They little sisters trying to fuck me (They lil sister trying to fuck)
A nigga still say he gone rob me
I been waiting on him
Tell that bitch he gone get smoked just like I rolled him (Smoked just like I rolled Him)
Ain't worried bout a nigga, choppa eat him up
Like he boneless
Since they been gassing up his head
I'ma just leave that boy domeless
You hear me?
In the funeral with the 40 on me (Smith & Wesson)
Gas good
You would think a nigga farted on it
MoneyTeam we ain't the NBA, but shoot like the pistons
Aye, We just copped a 22
With a 22
Boy that's a 40
So don't think that this no 22
I feel like Andrew, sending shots up out this 22
Yeah we got Glocks, and we got Sigs, and we got Rugers too
And free the youngen he a shooter
He might shoot at you
Niggas think they know me
They can meet this pole
I'm out in traffic, me and Raylyn finna meet some hoes (Yeahhh)
Long live Jaylon, Free lil Zay I lost some soldiers nigga
Face a nigga, It's to late heard he ain't pull the trigger
You gotta pistol i bet you ain't never shot nobody
And my lil niggas on a mission, tryna pop somebody (Yeahhh)
My niggas ruthless, they gone look until they spot somebody
Mane free lil Kevin murder mobbing he done caught a body (MurderMob)
Lost 2 of my cousins, i been feeling like I'm all alone
And then they just killed Michael Lee I use to rap his songs
Fuck all of the opps, but free lil Ron
We was just on the phone
Nigga we got Glocks, so we don't box
Dre gone get you gone
Draco in the backseat
We on the RedZone
We could've got him
But he posted in the Feds Zone
Grew up in the East, I had to get it on my own
Nigga say i'm telling, but he's telling
Bitch you dead wrong
