Lyrics Final Round - Lé Real , Seiun , Kickflamez

(It's goin' down like Dundee
I need a broad that's as thick as Chun Li
Return of the trill, that's word to Bun B
Im iller in person, you gon' have to come see)

(It's goin' down like Dundee
I need a broad that's as thick as Chun Li
Return of the trill, that's word to Bun B
Im iller in person, you gon' have to come see)

I'm the king
Everything I say is hot
Shoes tied, some of y'all thinkin that I'm "not"
But I never been phased by nobody's thoughts
Like a coach I be happy when they take a shot
V12; more drive than a parking lot
Can't slow me down, infinite gas what I got
And I ain't even really started yet
I'm still in the driveway, key ain't near the slot
How you folk drive now ain't how I was taught
Way too many blind drivers on the highway
I blow they tires out when they swerve my way
All black paint lookin' like a ink blot
I keep a small circle like an black dot
Can't let outsiders know my plot
Yeah, Real Gs move in stealth, right
And you know I ain't gonna get caught

(It's goin' down like Dundee
I need a broad that's as thick as Chun Li
Return of the trill, that's word to Bun B
Im iller in person, you gon' have to come see)

It's goin' down like Dundee
I need a broad that's as thick as Chun Li
Return of the trill, that's word to Bun B
Im iller in person, you gon' have to come see

Nigga I'm amazing, strike like Raiden
See wack rapper? that's a roach, get to raidin'
Niggas all talk till the tough get to tazin'
If Y'all niggas scared go to church get to praying
Nigga I'm blessed
Chilling no stress: stand by word
Full court press; How I'm running the game
Grim Reaper leave they bodies all covered in pain
Until nothing remains
Cuz I grind till I shine every motherfuckin' day
Never cared what a hater say
Y'all know what's up
Maca-Macavelli cheese wit deluxe
KickFlamez never a fuck
If you lame nigga duck
Y'all can't handle my sauce
Y'all ain't tryna pay what it cost
Bitch get lost
I ain't tryna flex, I'm raw
Try me if you want, NyQuil to the jaw
Shut yo ass up