Woah
I ain't goin' on wax if I ain't got scratch
Woah
I think I'm blind all I see is black
Woah
I bought two Glocks and they both match
Woah
She think she mines but that's not a fact
Woah
ARP with the scope attached
Woah
I'm not a butcher I don't cut slack
Woah
I'm from the Ave we been sellin' crack
Woah
Hop out that truck nigga toatin a bat
Yeah
You better dodge nigga you better scat
Yeah
Cause I don't miss nigga I'm King Smack
Yeah
King Smack nigga King Hat
Yeah
King Selfie turn you to a pack
Yeah
King Selfie nigga take a pose
Leave him froze on the floor
We got plenty poles
Red dot on your head
Another one on your nose
All this smoke
It's too crowded
Someone got to go
Yeah
You know I ain't goin
Too many shots and I keep on scorin
Yeah
I know she ho'ing
I ain't even texting her back
She boring
What is you askin' for
I don't even care
Just fast and foreign
What is you flashin' for
Pull up on that boy like pass the torch
I want everything you got
Gone head give me that chain and watch
Yeah
I'm cleanin' your spot
I ain't even leavin' no dope in the pot
Yeah
In an out I don't give a fuck if I'm seen or not
Yeah
I buy guns a lot
I don't give a fuck if they clean or not
Yeah
I'm with the Glock clan
I don't even do all that fuckin' playin
What the fuck you sayin
Shoot him in the face like fuck your mans
And my clip long
Can't even fit in my fuckin pants
And my heart chrome
Take a nigga down like Jackie Chan
I be jackin' shit
Told them niggas call me Jackie Chan
I be jackin' shit
Told niggas call me Jackie Chan
I ain't rappin' if ian
Woah
Yeah
I ain't goin' on wax if ian