BATTLE RAP lyrics

[Intro: Chris King]
Ooh, yeah, hold up

[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't f*ck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your b*tch surely you mad today
You n*ggas broke and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no condom imagine that

[Verse 1: Mak Sauce]
I had to cop me a 223
I done copped me a Glock but it came with [?] beam
Mariah the chopper, I pop it sing
I had to [?] P
I don't really [?] carey no [?]
[?]
Pull up to the spot [?]
Them n*ggas gon' die when we link
Nut in her pus*y, it's pretty and pink
Scrape out the pot, till it's squeaky and clean
[?] didn't want to go to school
f*ck it, pop me a hundred [?]
[?] with the lean
[?] f*ck is a G
Send me a 3, let it go for the P
[?] I ain't passing out [?] for the [?]

[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't f*ck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your b*tch surley you mad today
You n*ggas broke and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no [?] imagine that

[Verse 2: Chris King & Mak Sauce]
Sipping high doses, can't work no machinery
Pop me a perky I go with the geekery
I'm in the hills, that's somewhere you need to be
I'm in the trap where the robbers and killers be
Pull up in a foreign, police wanna pat me down
He make a diss and I bet we gonna whack him now
Blow out the back and I snatch all the racks
No homo, I bet we blow out [?]
Smoking that zaza, a funky ass pound
We catch him lacking, we gunning him down
We bustin' 40s, I empty the mag
He made a diss and that's why he dead
Shoebox with the money, gun under the bed
As soon as I nut, left her on read
Her booty too fat, almost broke off her legs
I put a bag on her head like dreads
[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't f*ck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your b*tch surely you mad today
You n*ggas broke and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no condom imagine that