"King Arthur" lyrics
Ali! Ayy Ali, I like that motherfucker, ayy
Hehahahahahahaha, bitch, ayy
Bwop, bwop, bwop, bwop
It's a lot of niggas tellin', it's a lot of niggas felons
It's a lot of niggas jailin', it's a lot of niggas-
Lil' partner went behind my back, I cut him off, now he shitty
I got my weight up, got my cake up, bitch I'm flexin' like 50
R.I.P. them members and free them members that was blessin' the city
Don't ask me nun' about my ex, I cut her off, she was friendly
Respect that backdoor in my city, we cracked the plug if he stingy
Flame up the dead, won't say no names, just know I smoke like a hippy
You only 'round 'em for some motion, bitch it's traffic infinity
They only 'round me for some motion, bitch it's traffic-
Never lack, keep blick, stay focused
Niggas told on the gang, he bogus
Can't switch one lane, one motor
Pop one, pop two, I'm rollin'
Kept runnin' from the chop, they know this
Can't raw no bitch, I'm Trojan
On beef, them niggas, they trollin'
Tryna' knock me down, we bowlin'
Yo' baby mama, she a gangsta', she more realer than you
Interrogation, niggas folded, niggas blew like a flute
From Trey D and [?] low, I got love for the blues
Big Grimeyy sittin' on house arrest 'cause niggas told on the group
It ain't respected, undirected he'll slide for the gang
It ain't respected, niggas switchin', suckin' dick for a chain
He cuffed that bitch, but suckin' dick 'fore I was locked in them chains
Before this rap shit used to clap shit, we was hittin' them stains
Lil' partner went behind my back, I cut him off, now he shitty
I got my weight up, got my cake up, bitch I'm flexin' like 50
R.I.P. them members and free them members that was blessin' the city
Don't ask me nun' about my ex, I cut her off, she was friendly
Respect that backdoor in my city, we cracked the plug if he stingy
Flame up the dead, won't say no names, just know I smoke like a hippy
You only 'round 'em for some motion, bitch it's traffic infinity
They only 'round me for some motion, bitch it's traffic-
Yeah, hahaha
Lotta' niggas ain't like that
They'll say they like that but they ain't never been like that
On West side, on Two Crip, ya'heard me?
I'm fightin' 'erry-
Man, I'm fightin' them people, ya'heard me man?
I got trial in damn near two weeks, man
It is what it is though, on my momma, it's me versus them, on the set
Lotta niggas ain't real, lotta niggas say they real
Lotta niggas gon' squeal, man
From Ferris to the 'Ville, you know we gon' keep it real
Hehahahahahahaha, bitch, ayy
Bwop, bwop, bwop, bwop
It's a lot of niggas tellin', it's a lot of niggas felons
It's a lot of niggas jailin', it's a lot of niggas-
Lil' partner went behind my back, I cut him off, now he shitty
I got my weight up, got my cake up, bitch I'm flexin' like 50
R.I.P. them members and free them members that was blessin' the city
Don't ask me nun' about my ex, I cut her off, she was friendly
Respect that backdoor in my city, we cracked the plug if he stingy
Flame up the dead, won't say no names, just know I smoke like a hippy
You only 'round 'em for some motion, bitch it's traffic infinity
They only 'round me for some motion, bitch it's traffic-
Never lack, keep blick, stay focused
Niggas told on the gang, he bogus
Can't switch one lane, one motor
Pop one, pop two, I'm rollin'
Kept runnin' from the chop, they know this
Can't raw no bitch, I'm Trojan
On beef, them niggas, they trollin'
Tryna' knock me down, we bowlin'
Yo' baby mama, she a gangsta', she more realer than you
Interrogation, niggas folded, niggas blew like a flute
From Trey D and [?] low, I got love for the blues
Big Grimeyy sittin' on house arrest 'cause niggas told on the group
It ain't respected, undirected he'll slide for the gang
It ain't respected, niggas switchin', suckin' dick for a chain
He cuffed that bitch, but suckin' dick 'fore I was locked in them chains
Before this rap shit used to clap shit, we was hittin' them stains
Lil' partner went behind my back, I cut him off, now he shitty
I got my weight up, got my cake up, bitch I'm flexin' like 50
R.I.P. them members and free them members that was blessin' the city
Don't ask me nun' about my ex, I cut her off, she was friendly
Respect that backdoor in my city, we cracked the plug if he stingy
Flame up the dead, won't say no names, just know I smoke like a hippy
You only 'round 'em for some motion, bitch it's traffic infinity
They only 'round me for some motion, bitch it's traffic-
Yeah, hahaha
Lotta' niggas ain't like that
They'll say they like that but they ain't never been like that
On West side, on Two Crip, ya'heard me?
I'm fightin' 'erry-
Man, I'm fightin' them people, ya'heard me man?
I got trial in damn near two weeks, man
It is what it is though, on my momma, it's me versus them, on the set
Lotta niggas ain't real, lotta niggas say they real
Lotta niggas gon' squeal, man
From Ferris to the 'Ville, you know we gon' keep it real
