KingTut

My shit sound together

.40s and 9s when we bounce out the 'Raq

Can't forget Drac', make a ni—, come here

I'm tryna figure out where the fuck you **** goin', we chase shit

.40s and 9s when we bounce out the 'Raq (Brr)

Can't forget Drac', make a **** turn buck-eyed

On our block, tryna catch one, collat'

You ain't killed nothin' before, we don't see eye to eye

**** be tough 'til them bullets start flyin'

Pullin' up, fast shit, spot an opp, he dyin'

Headshot, he fall, hit him all in his spine (Bah, bah)

Get him gone, Bloodbath, my cobra, slime

Fuck around, we out, **** know we slidin'

Catch a goofy on the block, he know he dyin' (Come here)

You ever get caught, don't drop that dime

Got some **** did shit and they doin' they time (Free 40)

Catchin' bodies, attempts, ****, who ain't slidin'?

Boy, we put shit in the dirt

Brother 'nem broken heart and trailin' your hearse

Tryna play both sides how you get it it the worst

Talk tough on the 'net, put his ass on a shirt

.40 gravedigger, really put shit in the dirt (Dumbass)

Switches and Dracs every time we bail out, clap 'em up pronto

**** be doin' that lip on the 'net, 'cause if they run up on me, they catchin' a hollow

You know when it rain, these **** get wet, in a straight-eight Jeep, it's just me and Faro

Fuck that, we bail out on feet, I'm gettin' sick and tired of swingin' this car door (Watch out)

Puttin' money before the hoes, I'm chasin' this chicken like it's no tomorrow

My mama say, "Boy, why you got that gun?"

I'm sorry, I'd rather be safe than sorrow (You know that)

Whole life like Instagram, whatever I do, these **** gon' follow

I'm in a straight-eight Jeep right now, foenem stompin' the gas, it's shakin' the throttle

Doggin' the 'Cat, just kissed the curb, fuck ****, you would think that we was spinnin' a bottle

**** get fucked up, shoot his ass down if he run up, swingin' the chop like nunchucks (Grr)

We on your bum-bum, we ain't the one you could run from

Frr, now you on your rump bum (Rump bum)

Every time a **** get clapped in the 'Raq, they callin' me, but I ain't even done nothin' (You know that)

Me, Milly D, Zo Pound pop up out with switches and Dracs, now that's somethin' to run from

Uh, we smackin' buckets (Smack)

These **** be dyin' for nothin' (Uh-uh)

The shit that they doin', we done it (We did)

Frr, I'ma keep on dumpin' (Brrah)

Left brains on the ground, but I ain't never vomit (Ew)

The shit that I'm doin' make you sick to your stomach

Heard he popped fake yercs, now he look like a zombie

He tweaked with the 6, now he wrapped like a mummy (Goofy)

Uh, uh, he wrapped like a mummy

Uh, he wrapped like a mummy

Tweaked with the 6, now he wrapped like a mummy

Shit I'm doin', we done it

Uh, uh, we smackin' buckets

Long live Fred, ****, Chuckyy keep one in the head, ****