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[Verse] Fuck with me and get some money Yeah I fuck with King Johnny 100K, that's my ring money And you ain't gon' take a thing from me Man, I'm from H-town We start shootin', you should lay down You wouldn't wanna jump up I lay rappers down when the pump up Here is something I can't understand I could just kill a man On the east coast, man I fuck with Killa Cam You want a verse, you better take yo' ass to MoneyGram I love multiplyin', fuck subtractin' numbers Email me the trackin' number And I'ma send your verse back I bodied it, I should send a hearse back I'm back up in the booth again Like Beanie Sigel, I gotta spit the truth again I got the wraith, had to get the coupe again Like Stockton, I could shoot again Tell me where you want to go I got some killers down in Mexico They'll meet you at the Texaco Turn your body to a vegetable Now you can't think, now you can't move I'm the king, dog, so I can't lose Got hits like Babe Ruth Kill shit like Rae Carruth You ain't never seen me In a cambo Lamborghini All the cars I got, man, I paid for it Take some from me, man we spray for it You know I love to trap a lot I'm from Houston, the same town as Rap-A-Lot I took the cops on a car chase At fifteen, I'm jammin' Geto Boys and Scarface I think my mind playin' tricks on me I think they tryin' to blend some bricks on me Man I got hits homie Scratch that, I got classics, [?] BMI, that's TMI, too much information This is dedication I ain't never sold my soul, everything went gold Then I went to platinum, I ain't cappin' Still in the muhfuckin' booth with the rhymes Sold a lot of work, never did a line A legend like Morris Day and The Time These rappers transform like Optimus Prime I'ma stay the same Got a smart brain, money'll never make me change In the booth I go deranged, I get crazy I ain't these other rappers, dog, I ain't lazy I work for myself, build shirts for myself You got beef, I squirt for myself Take the K out the shelf, don't play about the wealth Turn your favorite rapper into a patty melt Flip 'em over, do it from the clover Fourteen, pulled up in a Range Rover I'll murk you before this shit change over Made five million dollars off of Game Over Made eight million dollars off of Sunshine I'm from the south, I could freestyle and do a punchline Man, I'll murder these rappers Name one, man, I never heard of these rappers This a freestyle, dog, I ain't write this I'ma smoke a whole seven, that's a Mike Vick I ain't never been a rookie but I smoke cookies Gangsta in my hood just like Tookie Want to see a dope show? You should book me I turn your forehead into a pussy When I pull out the Glock 9 I ain't stoppin', I don't even stop at stop signs I'ma keep goin', got the codeine homie I'ma keep pourin', money keep growin' Chia Pet style, jet style I got a cult, David Koresh style I'm crazy, don't play me bitch They worship me, they atheist I'm a king, I'm a god with this freestyle Used to put my weed in black and milds I'm on some other shit, other other shit Just like a orgy, you better find out who you fuckin' wit' I show up to yo' motherfuckin' front do' Take you on a chase like OJ in his bronco Hey I'm on the news, paid a lot of dues We make the rules, we don't play by the rules I do what I want, move how I wanna Sippin' syrup and blowin' that marijuana Good shit, like Ace, I be on some hood shit I'm from H-town, we be grippin' wood bitch Oh I got a splinter, this wraith is mine nigga This not a rental, I bite and scratch niggas Just like a bengal, paint drippin' red On it's menstrual, candy red shit Excellent adventure, Bill and Ted shit On my med shit, I got street cred bitch I got shooters, shooters in every city We smoke dutches and we smoke phillies Smoke the cone, favorite rap group is Bone And 8-Ball and MJG and Sweet Jones And Bun B, if a rapper ever jump me We gon' come back, turn it to 22 Jump Street Everybody fucked up, double cups up Shoot him in his guts, pull out the nunchucks, what the fuck Here's a uppercut, I did songs with Young Buck And I ain't never blow my money, I'm not a dumb fuck I got songs with 50, I got songs with Game I- I don't care where I'm at, I ain't tuckin' my chain This that real shit, independence day like Will Smith Who the dopest freestyler? You should say Lil Flip I go to Pappadeaux when I want some shrimp Like, space, my name was on the blimp The world is mine, I can wink my eye, nigga And your girl is mine, but I don't want her, I just want a billion Stars in the ceiling, man I'm in the wraith, ay Like Snoop Dogg, nigga, murder was the case, yeah Play with me, you end up on Nancy Grace, yeah This codeine, baby, do you want a taste? yeah This the purple, I'm not commercial We move slow, sorta like the Ninja Turtles But give me pizza and I smoke a little reefer Fifth grade, I used to watch Moesha Skipped school, some of my partnas crip, some pyru I'm a gangsta, homeboy, that don't apply to you When I'm on the mic, nigga I don't lie to you You fake, that's what you try to do LA Leakers, man they fuckin' with the king Milk does the body good but why I still sip the lean though? I'm a motherfuckin' star like Ringo We get work and I mean blow Boss enjoy this shit, man we move this shit Don't make me throw a couple 'bows like I'm Ludacris Move bitch, get out the way Before I have to crooked up your toupee With a Tech 9, Cloverland my hood, I'ma rep mine Yeah nigga this shit is in my mind A legend like Bruce Springsteen My car got a mind of her own, I call her Christine That bitch'll crank up, we could shoot pool Pull out the stick nigga, watch me bank stuff Favorite rapper, Jadakiss and MJG Pimp tight, I'm the K-I-N-G King Life, the newest fuckin' record label I'm connected in the streets just like cables WIFI, ain't no need to high side We walk up, we don't do no drive-bys We peel off, this permanent I can't never take my grill off unless I go spend 50k Got a bag, fixed up my shit, right? Still representin' Screwed Up Click, right? Pull a knife out, stabbed him in his windpipes I'm a hustler, I ain't tryin' to wear no pinstripes I'ma get a billion dollars and put the finger up Gettin' a lot of cream, put them zingers up H-town nigga, that's where I come from You better keep a chopper, nigga, fuck a stun gun I don't even want you that close to me I'm a shrimp nigga, don't bring no roast to me When it come to freestyle, you should toast to me I'm H-town's own, I'm a clover G Acappella shit, I don't need no beat I smoke it out the pipe, I don't need no sweet I still run shit and I don't need no feet Still sippin' codeine and I don't need no sleep Man this freestyle shit, I do it with my eyes closed I been makin' money since I was five years old In the studio with the toolio Livin' in a gangsta paradise like Coolio Four more bars and I'ma end this shit I'm like Shaq shootin' free throws, this is bricks All up in my stash spot, I got more motherfuckin' keys than a laptop Used to watch Matlock, 'bout to break the padlock Still up in the do', vicious with this shit, you should call me Cujo This a new flow, nigga, I ain't remember this H-town shit and I'm on my December shit Cold hearted nigga, Mozart a nigga That mean I play keys, 400 degrees Just like Juve, smoke a blunt to a doobie If I can't go to the club with my toolie, deucie