[Intro]
Cook up, Lil Kaleab
This the—
Ayy—
Ayy, this the nigga y'all scared of, man?
Man, fuck this LEGO head-ass nigga, man
Ain't nobody scared of this fuck nigga, man (King)
[Chorus]
Okay, they finally got the right one
Roll somethin', light one
That's alright dunn
We'll have him 'fore the night come
I don't like guns
I'll walk up on him, knife somethin'
Think he Tyson, nigga you ain't tough as my son
Ain't no fear here
Bitch, I'm a king and you a duck
You got no peer here
But smoke? You'll get your fair share
You wouldn't dare stare me in the eyes
And move your dick suckers
Say that shit you say with your thumb
Boy, you's a big sucker
[Verse 1]
To me, you just a small man in a big shell
Bitch-made-ass nigga need pigtails
You take no issue with them White boys
It's only our people that you find to be an eyesore, huh?
Duckin' smoke, he won't even stand up for his legacy
I guess it's 'cause he see ain't shit to fight for
Hey, listen, mayne, this shit ain't gon' go how you think it is (Nah)
Down here, we'll strip you out that shit
Leave you with rabbit ears
And you ain't the only one was grimy 'fore you had a deal
You think you special, end up somewhere pushin' daffodils
Nigga, you got less talent
You're less attractive, more average
You ain't got more motion, you're just movin' where it's less traffic
You moved out way rappin' and they gave you the DMX package
You ain't that savage, nigga, you 5-0, dispatcher
Ol' tender dick nigga all mad 'cause Puff let your bitch have it
Gave her tartar sauce and mustard like a fish sammich
And goddammit, if this nigga want drama, I'm Knots Landing
Once it's up, I'm not landin'
Truces is outlandish
'Cause you're not that nigga and you're not that rich
Tryna stunt on everybody with them White folks' shit
[Chorus]
Okay, they finally got the right one
Roll somethin', light one
That's alright dunn
We'll have him 'fore the night come
I don't like guns
I'll walk up on him, knife somethin'
Think he Tyson, nigga you ain't tough as my son
Ain't no fear here
Bitch, I'm a king and you a duck
You got no peer here
But smoke? You'll get your fair share
You wouldn't dare stare me in the eyes
And move your dick suckers
Say that shit you say with your thumb
Boy, you's a big sucker
[Verse 2]
Ayy, say, Boo-Boo
Bring your bitch-ass outside and play in the street
You ain't no motherfuckin' gangster, you just prey on the weak
Man, all you do is talk shit and hope it stay on the net
Play detective, catchin' killers on some police shit
Grown men makin' memes, that's a weird-ass flex
Kick a nigga while they down, you a sucker for that
Havin' a moment, hate to let this nigga inch in my life
But I'll give his ass a case to solve bout him mentionin' my wife (Bankhead!)
You hate women, guess that's why you can't keep one
You can't love 'em, 'cause from your mama you received none
Oh no, you'd rather set fires to houses with babies in 'em
I got paperwork from niggas in prison, your name is in 'em
"Peter Parker journalism," he sayin', I guess I'm Venom
Morals won't break or bend him
New Yorkers, you gon' defend him?
This your king, huh?
He been a victim from the get-go
Murder Inc. pumped his ass full of bullet holes
Cam did him like a ho on the radio
Took losses from Rick Ross and Fat Joe (Remember that?)
Jada spanked that baby thinkin' it's sweet
Kanye stood up to him, made his first week a defeat
It always happened
Too much yappin', niggas slappin' your cheeks
So, what the fuck you think gon' happen out here playin' with me?
You got the right one (King!)
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