Lyrics

[Produced by Mr. Bangladesh] [Intro] (Top Dawg, Money Gang) Oww Dave, I see you Now see me, heehee, look [Verse 1] I say I'm a millionaire, I'm a Top Dawg millio- no Let me just come in unorthodox I order plenty ammunition for the enemies that I got I'm the King, I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott Bet I pop, like a boy band, I'm annoying to rappers Guess I'm poison to rappers, front on me, get bent backwards Stomping on 'em like a Kappa, cap and gown, graduated with my Masters So where do I go now? Swear there is no-nothing after I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor, I'm the god MC And you don't want to get caught in the rapture, I would probably Burn your whole colony, chew you up then spit you out You nothing but a Polla Seed, follow hood policies Compton, California where the motherfuckin' riders be You never seen a killer 'til you seen one on side of me That green on the side of me Fuckin' all about my fuckin' money like a sodomy, fuck them bitches properly I do it I do it, done it, run it like I grown legs by the hundreds My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry, really hungry I think a nigga need three stomachs, bummy Never, middle of a conversation, I cough up a feather And get ready for the detonation, I bomb on whoever Whatever you 'bout, I'm 'bout it twice Like a woman who give twins' life, I steered right Through your fan base every time Tapping your demographic like I was Gregory Hines Every line be tailor-made, hella paid, count that money, several ways I'm a beast, fuck a mansion, I rather live in a cave Sasquatch is back But what y'all really didn't know is Sasquatch can rap [Chorus] Motherfucker, I'm iller Okay [Verse 2] I squeeze the juice out a rapper and just squash this track The people like, "What the fuck happened?" and, "Where Wayne be at?" "There's some boy named K-Dot and he's a maniac! I think his vocals is strapped, with a toolie, in fact He spit like a Uzi, rat-tat-tat, he just shot me in my back Somebody pick up my back, I think that boy from Iraq I think y'all boys better know that he got it on lock like a Low Jack Heading straight for the top like a ball cap, y'all better fall back, y'all better crawl back Where y'all came from ain't one better than the one who can write like Langston Hughes From the brain, off top like a bottle, dude, get a hollow where you swallow food Get a model, bet she swallow, who? Me, bet she goggle Like a scuba diver's eyes in the sea, recognize who I be K-Dot, motherfucker, Dot, motherfucker, hot motherfucker, drop top when ya popped with the Glock On sight, motherfucker, sight, motherfucker, ride, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, when I go pop, pop Open up, close shop like a retail spot, everybody know I be where the money lie Eat where the money lie, shit where the money lie, sleep where the money lie, bitch, that's no lie Let the truth be told K Dizzle, the Big Sizzle, turn beats to stove – burn up [Outro] Rappers: I'm iller Dig it, like it, love it a lot