"King Tut Pt. 2" lyrics
Long live Fred nigga, you know how the fuck we comin' man
Like, who the fuck is you? Gimme all that
Lower your voice, can't lose to the ball cap
I don't do back & fourth, he starstruck
Pops told me "Shoot first, ask questions later"
Mmm-mm-m
Went and ran through, shorty'nem come through
Steppin on shit like "Who the fuck is you? Gimme all that"
Raise yo voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back & fourth, I make skulls crack
Pops told me "Shoot first, ask questions later"
I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop
Catch em, I fuck 'em up, give 'em no passes
Put a bitch on him, he think with his cock
She thinkin' this my car
Whole time lil bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot
Dolo 13, long live Freddy
You dissin' on folk, bet yo' ass get popped
We beat niggas ass 2016, next year, 2017 chucky picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, we spinned at 2:47, four niggas got popped
I'm steady talkin' to God, he workin' wimme, but I'm really a devil
My niggas grave-dig for real, know Milly D walk around with him a shovel
And my niggas make pain forreal
Got caught with it on him but the Glock ain't help 'em
Beat a nigga block up, first nigga actin' weird, I'ma get off J shells on the ground, uh
Seen ol' buddy on the Gram, better get up Craig, we ain't fuckin around
Smurk just called my phone [?] what I'm on, move a nigga around it
Bloodbath pop out the cut, fill a nigga up, that 300 block can't duck
He tryna call Lil Chuckyy, but he ain't getting nothin', when the brrr let off, get ugly
(Long live Fred nigga)
Micro drac' brrah keep dumpin'
He keep tellin' these bitches he do this and that, we went on a drill, he vomit'
We beat niggas out of they shoes before we put shit on the news
That shit no bap
I'm walkin' to school not give a fuck about shit, in the bookbag a big ass strap
Went and ran through, shorty'nem come through
Steppin on shit like "Who the fuck is you? Gimme all that"
Raise yo voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back & fourth, I make skulls crack
Pops told me "Shoot first, ask questions later"
I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop
Catch em, I fuck 'em up, give 'em no passes
Put a bitch on him, he think with his cock
She thinkin' this my car
Whole time lil bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot
Dolo 13, long live Freddy
You dissin' on folk, bet yo' ass get popped
We beat niggas ass 2016, next year, 2017 chucky picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, we spinned at 2:47, four niggas got popped
(Long live Fred nigga)
Long live Fred nigga, nigga
Chuckyy keep one in the head nigga
Bucks up nigga, you know how the fuck we comin man
Like, who the fuck is you? Gimme all that
Lower your voice, can't lose to the ball cap
I don't do back & fourth, he starstruck
Pops told me "Shoot first, ask questions later"
Mmm-mm-m
Went and ran through, shorty'nem come through
Steppin on shit like "Who the fuck is you? Gimme all that"
Raise yo voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back & fourth, I make skulls crack
Pops told me "Shoot first, ask questions later"
I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop
Catch em, I fuck 'em up, give 'em no passes
Put a bitch on him, he think with his cock
She thinkin' this my car
Whole time lil bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot
Dolo 13, long live Freddy
You dissin' on folk, bet yo' ass get popped
We beat niggas ass 2016, next year, 2017 chucky picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, we spinned at 2:47, four niggas got popped
I'm steady talkin' to God, he workin' wimme, but I'm really a devil
My niggas grave-dig for real, know Milly D walk around with him a shovel
And my niggas make pain forreal
Got caught with it on him but the Glock ain't help 'em
Beat a nigga block up, first nigga actin' weird, I'ma get off J shells on the ground, uh
Seen ol' buddy on the Gram, better get up Craig, we ain't fuckin around
Smurk just called my phone [?] what I'm on, move a nigga around it
Bloodbath pop out the cut, fill a nigga up, that 300 block can't duck
He tryna call Lil Chuckyy, but he ain't getting nothin', when the brrr let off, get ugly
(Long live Fred nigga)
Micro drac' brrah keep dumpin'
He keep tellin' these bitches he do this and that, we went on a drill, he vomit'
We beat niggas out of they shoes before we put shit on the news
That shit no bap
I'm walkin' to school not give a fuck about shit, in the bookbag a big ass strap
Went and ran through, shorty'nem come through
Steppin on shit like "Who the fuck is you? Gimme all that"
Raise yo voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back & fourth, I make skulls crack
Pops told me "Shoot first, ask questions later"
I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop
Catch em, I fuck 'em up, give 'em no passes
Put a bitch on him, he think with his cock
She thinkin' this my car
Whole time lil bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot
Dolo 13, long live Freddy
You dissin' on folk, bet yo' ass get popped
We beat niggas ass 2016, next year, 2017 chucky picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, we spinned at 2:47, four niggas got popped
(Long live Fred nigga)
Long live Fred nigga, nigga
Chuckyy keep one in the head nigga
Bucks up nigga, you know how the fuck we comin man
