Stress Relief

[Intro] (Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing Don't give no fuck, uh, just shoot up everything Roll up a blunt, uh, just for the stress relief [Verse] Uh, glizzy got a flashlight, uh, out in traffic, four deep with five pipes And this shit for his homie, that's who he die like I hope my son good, the day I rock my last mic' Uh, check a nigga temperature, I'm in this bitch with gang 'nem and we gon' send it up And if we pop out at your club, we got 'em blickas tucked I got that pump like gas stations, we gon' fill 'em up, bullets rip 'em up In the mean talkin' millions with some Jordans and my hoodie on Don't let 'em lack 'til you ain't know nigga come put me on I feel likе I'm the hottest, they say I could bе wrong No point in being modest, I snap on every song [Chorus] You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing [Open Verse]