Lyrics Been That - ThÀ KįŃg

"Now we can settle this like you got some class, or we can get into some gangsta shit"
"Shea tree nigga"
"You ain't no pimp, you're a car thief"

Yea, look, I've been making money since a jit, it ain't shit just to flex on them
Been in love with paper fuck a hater, I invest in them
Riding through your block with them beams, glocks, an techs with them
Dis under a R.I.P. post, and you gon' rest with 'em

One question why the NBA got shooters, but I can't
All my niggas keep that hammer and slam on shit like Ja Morant
I can't seem to leave that blick alone, that bitch stuck to my hands
That glock could leave a nigga invisible, the shit is to advanced
This spinning shit is way too fun, I'm trying to leave a nigga leaking
I live for the money without the bread, it's hard to see another reason
Down to stretch a nigga out like he was injured for the season
Told my mama she raised a king
They must've forgot about the demon

Hate when a pussy nigga dis when they ain't shot shit for they family
Its Six in one, stop talking like the odds is even on the gram
We stole his pole and took his whip,
Boy if that happened to me, boy I be damned

You pulled up too deep with one stick you ain't supplying for your mans

Aye, one thing about that young nigga, he been that
I'm tired of niggas hiding, aye send the lo' like, "Let me get that"
We pull up to his crib and light it up, his mama big mad
Less drive-bys
More hawking shit
I like to run, my feet fast

At all times, that young nigga be on ten
He colder than the North Pole, still will tell 'em
"Bring the poles in"
Told a bitch to take her clothes off, she badder then what she's showing
She say
Dk you the Goat
Shawty, I'm already knowin'

No mask whenever I pop out, I want them to see I did it
Leave that ski mask with Cmill
If I ever miss some, he gon' get it
Me and Juke really be spinning
Four, five deep in a Honda Civic
I know your brother remember them bullets that hit his back
I wouldn't forget it

Brand new glock, it look like peanut butter
I bet that bitch won't jam on me
All black, we dress like Batman but instead we start them tragedies
My young niggas like Robin
Kick the door down then take everything
That flame will catch his mouth
Two Face say, "Welcome to the family"
You ain't meeting at my table if you ain't dishing out no bullets
How you the only one that's starving, but you faking like the fullest
I know my cuzzo tried to tell me, but I finally understood it
I'm the truest
Ain't nobody else gon' do it like tha rookie

Aye, one thing about that young nigga, he been that
I'm tired of niggas hiding, aye send the lo' like, "Let me get that"
We pull up to his crib and light it up, his mama big mad
Less drive-bys
More hawking shit
I like to run, my feet fast

At all times, that young nigga be on ten
He colder than the North Pole, still will tell 'em
"Bring the poles in"
Told a bitch to take her clothes off, she badder then what she's showing
She say
Dk you the Goat
Shawty, I'm already knowin'

"$35,000"
"$35,000, cash money"
"No, no, I get $35,000 plus one, right"
"The one I gave you"
"No, you gave me six, though, right"
"That's true"
"It was one, I had one, It was six"
"And then $35,000 plus one plus six leaves seven"
"$35,000 and seven, right"
"Motherfucker, can you buy that?"