Up in this bitch get it poppin 3 thots at the spot get to boppin
Call the homies and they all gonna hop in get the glocks get the rocks get it locked in
Dont trip on a bitch i just swerved dog got drip and its sick get my surf on
Made it big off a lick get to splurging hit the rig hold it in feeling burnt son
Every day i stay proving myself stare out the rearview aint f*cking with twelve
Homie got locked still aint posted his bail do this for the hood till the riches prevail
Get to that cream till we cashing it in wont stop till i get me a big body benz
Bitch keep on hating im f*cking her friend man im f*ckin them both i hate to pretend ugh
In the back of a sprinter van find me getting slumped with a pack and some ritalin ugh
Run track on these niggas man find me getting drunk with my fans had to get em in
Bitch im the greatest i feel like im king iced out my necklace my watch and my ring
Her pussy be dripping im making it sing pour up the whiskey aint f*cking with lean
Dick in her ribs till im breaking her spleen niggas start drinking and acting real mean
Pull out my gun and start causing a scene the burner and gucci stay holding my jeans
Nothing but blue strips ill know that i made it bad bitches only im getting them faded
No time for pretending dont run up my patience chanel on her dress
And dior is her fragrance ugh
G' QUE - King Lyrics
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Up in this bitch get it poppin 3 thots at the spot get to boppin
Call the homies and they all gonna hop in get the glocks get the rocks get it locked in
Dont trip on a bitch i just swerved dog got drip and its sick get my surf on
Made it big off a lick get to splurging hit the rig hold it in feeling burnt son
Every day i stay proving myself stare out the rearview aint f*cking with twelve
Homie got locked still aint posted his bail do this for the hood till the riches prevail
Get to that cream till we cashing it in wont stop till i get me a big body benz
Bitch keep on hating im f*cking her friend man im f*ckin them both i hate to pretend ugh
In the back of a sprinter van find me getting slumped with a pack and some ritalin ugh
Run track on these niggas man find me getting drunk with my fans had to get em in
Bitch im the greatest i feel like im king iced out my necklace my watch and my ring
Her pussy be dripping im making it sing pour up the whiskey aint f*cking with lean
Dick in her ribs till im breaking her spleen niggas start drinking and acting real mean
Pull out my gun and start causing a scene the burner and gucci stay holding my jeans
Nothing but blue strips ill know that i made it bad bitches only im getting them faded
No time for pretending dont run up my patience chanel on her dress
And dior is her fragrance ugh
Call the homies and they all gonna hop in get the glocks get the rocks get it locked in
Dont trip on a bitch i just swerved dog got drip and its sick get my surf on
Made it big off a lick get to splurging hit the rig hold it in feeling burnt son
Every day i stay proving myself stare out the rearview aint f*cking with twelve
Homie got locked still aint posted his bail do this for the hood till the riches prevail
Get to that cream till we cashing it in wont stop till i get me a big body benz
Bitch keep on hating im f*cking her friend man im f*ckin them both i hate to pretend ugh
In the back of a sprinter van find me getting slumped with a pack and some ritalin ugh
Run track on these niggas man find me getting drunk with my fans had to get em in
Bitch im the greatest i feel like im king iced out my necklace my watch and my ring
Her pussy be dripping im making it sing pour up the whiskey aint f*cking with lean
Dick in her ribs till im breaking her spleen niggas start drinking and acting real mean
Pull out my gun and start causing a scene the burner and gucci stay holding my jeans
Nothing but blue strips ill know that i made it bad bitches only im getting them faded
No time for pretending dont run up my patience chanel on her dress
And dior is her fragrance ugh
Writer: NATHANIEL GUTIERREZ
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