Letras
Wassup wassup wassup hoe I'm so smug
Throwing signs when I show up
Gang signs with my whole clique
And them hoes sick, they throwing up
Crown King on my chair, I got no peers
I got no people to fear, I don't know what I should fear
And I don't care, you'll feel what I feel when you're here
Uh, back on my bullshit, back with a stack and a full clip
Taking a shot, taking a shot, fuck that, I'm taking your spot
Nigga, please don't fuck with me
Fresh to death and I'm dressed to kill, my steez is overseas
Maui
Killer, killer, killer-er
Killer, killer, killer-er