(Hook)
I'm Talkin'... Fuck You Pay Me
Don't Fuckin' Play Me
Unless It's My Track
Runnin' It Down To The Trap
What Do You Know About That
I Know Goons Who Sell Drugs
From Weed All The Way Down To That Crack
Gettin' Our Money Then Makin' It Stack
Fuck Them Haters Cuz They Can't Rap
(x2)
(Verse 1)
KingTtheSkyWalker, That's my full name
Yeah you got a problem, Cuz we don't fuckin' aim
I don't hold the pistol, But my homies came
We don't own the booth, Yeah we own the game
Man I don't care who you is or what you claim
But if you fake, My real homies puttin' you to shame
I hear them haters talkin', Y'all sayin' I'm lame
But when it's all over, Y'all the ones to blame
Riden' in a nice car, Gettin' brain
Swangers on the Caddy, Steady Switchin' lanes
All black stearing wheel woodgrain
No matter what stay the same won't ever change!
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
If you comin' with me, Then you finna trip
If you a homie to me, Then you share the zip
And yo girl with us, Damn, she had to strip
When we saw you comin', We hopped out the whip
Deezy had the weapon, Fuckin' extended clip
Yo girl left with you, But she ain't get no tip
I got homies blood, And homies crip
No I don't Gangbang, But I tend to grip
Damn I'm so stressed, Someone light up the spliff
Damn got a piss test, I'm hiding at the crib
I fucked this fine bitch, Damn I think I broke her ribs
If you got hella money, Don't show me
And if she got titties, Then she blow me
Got a field by the crib, My plants growing
If you see the 5-0, Let ya boy know
Double Cup full, And I'm sippin' slow
(Hook)
I'm Talkin'... Fuck You Pay Me
Don't Fuckin' Play Me
Unless It's My Track
Runnin' It Down To The Trap
What Do You Know About That
I Know Goons Who Sell Drugs
From Weed All The Way Down To That Crack
Gettin' Our Money Then Makin' It Stack
Fuck Them Haters Cuz They Can't Rap
(x2)
(Verse 1)
KingTtheSkyWalker, That's my full name
Yeah you got a problem, Cuz we don't fuckin' aim
I don't hold the pistol, But my homies came
We don't own the booth, Yeah we own the game
Man I don't care who you is or what you claim
But if you fake, My real homies puttin' you to shame
I hear them haters talkin', Y'all sayin' I'm lame
But when it's all over, Y'all the ones to blame
Riden' in a nice car, Gettin' brain
Swangers on the Caddy, Steady Switchin' lanes
All black stearing wheel woodgrain
No matter what stay the same won't ever change!
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
If you comin' with me, Then you finna trip
If you a homie to me, Then you share the zip
And yo girl with us, Damn, she had to strip
When we saw you comin', We hopped out the whip
Deezy had the weapon, Fuckin' extended clip
Yo girl left with you, But she ain't get no tip
I got homies blood, And homies crip
No I don't Gangbang, But I tend to grip
Damn I'm so stressed, Someone light up the spliff
Damn got a piss test, I'm hiding at the crib
I fucked this fine bitch, Damn I think I broke her ribs
If you got hella money, Don't show me
And if she got titties, Then she blow me
Got a field by the crib, My plants growing
If you see the 5-0, Let ya boy know
Double Cup full, And I'm sippin' slow
(Hook)
( KingTtheSkyWalker )
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