King James

[Intro]
Nigga, fuck, oh shit, shit, fuck

[Verse]
Big Wop, bitch, I'm back on that bullshit (Big Wop)
My opp went to jail, they beat his ass in the bullpen (Jumped on that nigga)
I don't wanna smoke this Backwood 'cause it's too thin (I won't)
You the type of nigga cuff a bitch and try to move in
My lil' brother pulled up on the block with like two FNs (Like two FNs)
The bitch ain't let me fuck, now I'm finna fuck two of her friends
I told that bitch come and suck my dick while I count up bands (While I count it up)
Just 'cause we from the same hood don't mean you my mans
He tried to run from the switch, he ain't have a chance
I remember wasn't nobody fuckin' with me when I ain't have no bands (They wasn't fuckin' with me)
Feds got behind the Scat Pack, we got up out the jam (We got up outta there)
I'm mad as hell, ain't got my gun, I'm finna punch his head
In the stu' rollin' Backwoods, I'm finna punch in (Fuck)
Got a nigga baby mama bent over doin' that one dance (Doin' that one dance)
I be servin' everybody, I'm a lunch man (I'm a lunch man)
You get sent to the store, you the blunt man (What the fuck?)
You know I'm rockin' with LeBron, fuck Jumpman (Fuck Jordan)
Bro said he wanna throw up the B's and got jumped in (Beat that boy)
I'm finna call Block Logic, he got dumps in
I got twenty-dollar eighths all month, I got Runtz in (I got Runtz in)
I got so much cheese on me, I work for Cottage Inn (I work for Cottage Inn)
How you takin' pictures with him? That nigga shot your mans (How the fuck?)
You gon' find out the hard way niggas not your friends (Niggas not your people)
Gramz, enough of all that shit, let me shit talk (Okay)
Brodie sellin' everything, can make a brick walk (Can make a brick walk)
Shotty did knock your ass out, he a brick wall (He a brick)
These lil' niggas poodles 'round this bitch, I'm a big dog (I'm a big dude)
We OT, bro just fucked a bitch off a list crawl
This .308 in this small gun knock limbs off
Track fly down my block on Forgis, knock your rims off
Bitch, I'm always in the hood, Zach Randolph
Your mans do all the shootin', bro, you really soft (You really a ho)
Buy it for the low, sell it high, I be gettin' off (I be gettin' off)
You ain't put nobody on around this bitch, you is not a boss
Brodie done sipped so much damn lean, he turned into the Hulk (Ooh)
I ain't tryna hear them niggas' music, nigga, turn it off (Turn that shit off)
I whipped my dick out on this one bitch and she ate it all (Ooh)
I ain't into fuckin' MMA, but I'll break your jaw (I'll break your shit)
Bitch came over and got fucked and went straight to the bar
Don't leave your Scat runnin' at my hood store, they'll take your car (They gon' take off)
Without that fuckin' gun, you is not that hard (You a bitch)
My bitch started kissin' on my neck, my dick got on hard (Ooh)
I'll pick the Draco over the AR
Bro just ran up twenty bands off a fake card (Off a fake card)
Brodie ain't playin' basketball, he finna take my charge (Finna take my charge)
Everybody with me got guns, we don't need no bars (We don't need 'em)
Man, fuck, I just ran out of weed, I gotta go to JARS (Fuck)

[Outro]
I gotta go to this bullshit-ass restaurant
That sell weed