Lyrics Phantom of the Opera - King TD

Goddam
Finna get on the beat and go ham
I come for the money like I'm Uncle Sam
I shot my first Tommy when I met with Pam
She eat up the dick go crazy for the cam
Feeling like Martin I need me a Gina
Two guns and they twins Venus and Serena
I feel like John cena I'm fucking with divas

She know I don't need her hit her then I leave it
I'm in it she screaming beat it til she leaking
My flow can't be stopped they listen and repeat it
Big steppa come with gorillas like I'm Caesar
Red dot to yo face no pepperoni pizza
One shot to the face they gone say I'm a reaper
I still pray to God they say I'm a demon
In love with the pussy she like how i treat it

Woah
Better be quiet don't come for me
Allat talking shit never meant nun to me
Give a fuck if you older or not
Nigga stop playing games it ain't nobody sonin me
Pull up flexing the jacket with double G
Say he gone knock me off ain't no touching me
I gave him chance after chance
So the minute he think that it's sweet bullets feed him a hundred pieces of the cake

Going too hard I never need a break
Sneak dissin on me see that's just a mistake
I up it he freezing up like a snow flake
He dead that Nigga body in a lake
We gone Keep it silent
I ran with some niggas that's quick to get violent
We really be robbing we really be sliding
I know me a shooter that come outta silas

Smoked like a pote or some
Shoot his face I call that a hole in one
I was 12 the first time that I load the gun
16 the first time that I blowed the gun at a Nigga
Fuck who I used to be man I'm different
Used to love all these hoes now I just give em dick
Fucking yo hoe beat her down she feeling it
Back then I beat up a nigga for 50 cent

Didn't give a fuck I walked up and I hit the bitch
I'm on the bus beating em up tryna flip the bitch
I tried to tell em shut up he ain't listening
You know I don't like to argue I'm with the shit
I lost a Cuban from hooping I'm trippin
He try to go with his move and we rippin
Bullets gone fly one is making a entrance
Straight through yo stomach and back then we dippin

Oooo he say he rap better than me but he don't
I'm not even in competition
Been killing beats before you started spittin
Stick get to hittin and hitting and hittin
My flow is immaculate
I got a sister that's ready to slap a bitch
Stop allat acting shit
You know that I been a beast with the rapping shit
Bro sending dope I'm just waiting on the packages

When I'm inside you Lil mana I damage it
You tryna grab on the bed get to scratching shit
I got the key I'm the truth with this rapping shit
Fuck how you feel it get real when I'm blasting shit
I'm by myself i don't care bout no management
ATM still be the mob with this rapping shit
Me and skate keep making hits back to back and shit
You play that shit at a party they turning up

Spit so much heat in the booth I be burning up
I beat you up bout respect you ain't earned enough
My Niggas know it ain't may they be working for
I'll send a blitz hit a lick then we turning up