Rivxrv - King Lyrics

G.O.E. no more heart beat, till this nigga 6 deep on M.O.B.
G.O.E. no more heart beat, till this nigga 6 deep on M.O.B.
Niggas tryna run up on me I'ma leave them singing
How many times do I gotta put you in the pavement
Put your face on a T-Shirt and a body bag
Like a football game I'ma run it back
You ain't a rapper, no your sisters not a model
Both look like dogs, and your boots make you waddle
Built like a little boy, your guns too heavy
When you saw me boy, I saw your palms start sweating
Better pray to God I won't hurt you again
If you wasn't broke, I'd already snatch your chain
Said you'd rather shoot than fight, nigga I can tell
Boy you miss your shots, had you spinning carousel
Get right with God, I'ma send you to heaven
Next time I see you I'ma pull a 2-11
Stop acting gangster nigga, we know you ain't killer
Caught you in the hood with your little sister's glitter
How you acting rich, but still live with mommy
Driving a Durango nigga that ain't a rari
How you bang and where every other color
Better quit playing I'ma put you on a collar
Put you on a stretcher nigga you fold under pressure
Saw this nigga talking to the cops and wearing Skechers
Say you moving work niggas never been around it
Say you in the streets niggas never been about it
Acting hard when I ain't around that's some bitch shit
I'ma put a cross on your head like a Christian
If you wanna be me so bad heres my flannel
Same one I used to put you in the f*cking gravel
You ain't got shooters nigga you ain't even mobbin
I'm like Batman bitch and to me you're just Robin
Keep talking I'ma put a bullet in your forehead
Ship you in a box to your motherf*cking door step
I hang with killers and you hang around bitches
Next time say my name in your little disses
How you acting tough in skinny jeans my nigga
You ain't been around them OG's in a minute
Bringing knives to a gun fight you silly
Makes two dumb hoes, you and your sissy
Yours holds 6 mine holds 17
Next time I'ma make sure you don't breathe