(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, yuh, okay, huh, yuh)

We come with a whole lotta sticks, whole lotta guns

Whole lotta cash, whole lotta funds

I drop a song, get a whole lotta numbers

Pull up with a big 22, no jumper

Splashing shit, wetting shit, I'm on my devil shit

Grab me a strap, homie you know the rest of it

Flashing it, crashing it, I'm on my rapping shit

Get in the whip and you know how we settle it

Pull up with the boys in the back, we wilding

Hop in the whip and we all gon slide

Always in the foreign, that's what we ride

If we catch em in the streets, then they all gon die

That boy is a snake, you can see it in his eyes

If I find him round the block, that gon be his dеmise

Now I'm going up, watch the numbers risе

All these diamonds on my neck, got me turning tides

Dream place, la, so I ball like the lakers

Ain't no one I trust, cause there's too many fakers

Only color blue, when you talking bout paper

Time in the stud, why I only make bangers

Want a big house, it gon take up an acre

I knew a lot of people but they all just traitors

Looking for the money, they all clout chasers

King of the game, I'm a top tier player

They say, jd, you're never gonna make it

I'm like, alright just wait some time

Always in the notes, I'm writing lines

I'm spitting these bars straight from my mind

King of the game, that crown is mine

Make a real quick band, I'm doing fine

Always on beat, never miss a rhyme

All these hoes on my dick, they ain't worth a dime

Switching it up, I ain't talking Nintendo

Up on my grind and I ball like LaMelo

I need a coup and I'm making it yellow

I got connections, pull strings like a cello

I do the things that you can't if you wanted to

Hit up my line homie, when all your dollars blue

I want the cash, want a whole lotta bands

So I'm taking over cause there isn't enough for two

I keep on going till my numbers tower you

We keep on coming, my boys will devour you

I come with a lot, I suggest that you stop

Cause you know I'm the king and I just overpower you

There ain't no hallelujah, but we looking for money trees

Get the mullah and we buying a hundred things

Grab the ruler and luring you out

Hit your medulla, you fall to the ground

Ima fighter, I can put you to sleep

Knock you out, got you counting sheep

All these boys, all they bars are weak

In my tracks, all my bars on fleek

Got yo bitch and she all on me

Got this stick, cause they all on me

All these fans, yeah they all want me

To make a track, cause its always heat

Switch it up, yeah my flows bipolar

Get on stage and I steal the show

Yeah that boy trynna steal my flow

Yeah that boy, ima steal his hoe

Grab the mic and then I'm rocking out

Get the boys and we all popping out

I'm the kid that's the king of the town

Find his spot and then I walk him down

Smoking that boy like a swisher

He take the bait like a fisher

We find that boy, make him shiver

Then we catch him lacking, we gon pull up and spin him like a twister

I keep it quiet, I whisper

We shooting shots, no pictures

Got that boy holding his liver

If we find him again, we gon pop out and pop him like a blister