Story Tellin

It's K
Got a freaky little bitch and you that she suckin
I'ma pull up with guns and keep on bustin
I pull up to the block, you know that I'm stuntin
That powerful weed I got from my cousin

Take a pic, hittin' that bitch, she keep lickin' my dick
She remind me of dogs when eating my balls
So I say what I say, you be actin' like all
All of the rest of them hoes, but it's worse
I remember them days I was throwin' back percs
You a riri lil hoe, better get to your work
I got hot in that pussy and took off my shirt
We ain't gon' be official, I know you a flirt
I ain't takin' you serious, you listen the Durk
You just like dirt
I'm talkin' too bad, but still got a smirk
I remember them days, my chest would hurt
I ain't havin' no pain, what the fuck do that mean
I got four filled pockets and full of that green
I'm the main member of the S team
I ain't lovin' you, hoe not a wife to me

Your words mean nothin
You do some dumb shit, so I fuck with your cousin
He was slappin' you down, so I'm getting him busted
I be talkin' bout your brother, he dissin' for nothin
You mad cause I'm puttin' dick all in your sister
That's a contradiction cause you still gon' hit her
I ain't fuckin' on her, tryna build up my figures
I be out of the way, I ain't nothin' like niggas
I ain't nut in a minute you get it
I can't wait for the day that I finish
I'm sarcastic when I'm speakin' that
I can't lay up with you, just get back
Send a lesson and learn with a map
Hoes be dirty as fuck, I do not want her back
They be tellin' you shit, then will go by your back
Probably suckin' his dick and gon' lie about that

I should get hella money and buy me a scat
I'ma buy her some hair and pull from the back
If that shit fallin' out, I ain't takin' you back
Used to go with the flow, but I'm done with that
Ayy, what if I pull up with guns and choppers
You a pedestrian, you not a thug or a shotta
Want some blood in the street but, I run with a crip
I got done with the bitch, she gon' wipe off her lip
You ain't catchin' me, sad, got gun on my hip
I'ma stay with a bag to throw at your bitch
I be talkin' to Ruthless
I got plenty of heat like I'm toothless
I'ma dip out and leave that bitch clueless
I got plenty of dick, you can chew this
I got done and I put on a block list
I'm the best, you ain't never gon' top this

Pretty chocolate nigga from the city
I'ma hit my bop just like I'm Diddy
Niggas be pissed off they really be shitty
I'ma pull up on your block, man
I got your bitch, she be drinkin' that wock man
I pull up I'm totin', that motherfuckin' glock nine
I get on that track and, you know I'm gon' flow
My niggas been like that, we up in the score
I be gettin' that money, don't care about these hoes
Got S on the track man, you know he gon' blow
All my cars goin fast, we ain't worrying about em' slow

What you on K you gon' blow too
In that pussy, but she ain't have no clue
I was deep in the cat of her enemies
I keep tellin' you, maybe should just be friends
I pull up on Mercedes, to spin me a Benz
We ain't goin' out sad I pull up with my men
Man fuck that, I'ma pull up with my squad
It's a couple of niggas that's bringin' them rods
So we bustin' at any nigga, fuck the wave up
When I beat up her face, it gon' fuck off the makeup
I be droppin' that dick from the top and the bottom
When I touch on your body, it feel like a bottle
Take the whole damn dick, we ain't usin' no condoms
I'ma promise the bitch, I'ma see you tomorrow

Back then, I ain't have no hoes
But you know that I'm gettin' them now
Got the Glock, you know it, go pow
We keep shootin' till, he dead in the ground
4-5, hit your ass in the mouth
I'ma fuck around, move to the south
Got your bitch and I'm takin' her down
Got suppressor, it don't make a sound
El Chapo, I'm pushin' them pounds
I'm the king of this shit with no crown
How the bitch just leavin' no frown
Damn, that bitch just left, she didn't care
A nigga like me, you know that I'm rare
I'ma do your ass worse, I don't play it fair
Walk past your friend, you know she gon' stare
You wanna talk down, gon get hit with a chair