Kings Dead Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: 2ForDog]
Skrt, Pull up with a bad b*tch
I ain't got no hoes on my di*k, sh*t
I just got some n*ggas on my clip list
I just got some n*ggas on my clip sh*t, uh
My money so tall bout six ten, uh
I ain’t got no games on my phone but talking ben, uh
I just wanted you to welcome here, yuh
I ain't got no fellows here, uh
Talk bout the gang you get burnt, uh
I think you get sunburnt, uh
[Verse 2: Error101]
Get that money on the funnys
All the other n*ggas are dummies
Met these n*ggas at school
He was being cool im like show me to yo momma house
To be so cool yo momma told me that you was being a fool
So i woke up feeling fly f*cked his momma then
f*cked his grandma then f*ckеd his grandp- thats gay!
n*gga i ain't on that gay sh*t
Let that choppa spray b*tch
I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clеan intention
We in the belly of the beast
So it’ll always be number one on my chart
Headed to aisle four damn I got milk on my Clark's
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper Thumper
My team on the scene stay clean on these other brothers
I bet you know what you see all my girls other
What else could you expect? we obsessed over twitter numbers
I mean damm cut the beat, SIKE
Call me Mike Piazza
To get him violent
Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!
Cause I don't believe in stoppin violence
I got a million flows
I don't kidd or joke
So I put the call in to Willy Northpole
Who loved you the most
[Verse 3: Mickey Mouse Ai]
Yo so mickey mouse says that he quits
Oh i forgot im mickey mouse
Anyways thanks im done with music
Peace the rest is gonna be error and 2dog
Wait hold out i feel that sh*t, SIKE
Aye, Murda Gang (Murda)
We aim at your f*ckin brain (Sike)
Let that choppa aim (Let That sh*t Aim)
Murda B ain't nothing but a sh*t bang (Murda B)
Running yo hoe over like gta (Run That b*tch Over)
n*gga get mad p*ssbaby got mad for a kkk (Kkk)
I got the bags like okay, kay, kay (Okay, Kay, Kay)
I got the people listen to me (Okay, Kay, Kay)
People talk bad bout you just thing (sh*t)
We the people, we talented (Yuh)
We ain't no dummys, We where made for a reason (Facts)
If we where made then the reason is (What)
Well you decide its no pride (f*ck That sh*t)
Burn his album burn that f*cking single
Burn it on my ride or die (Burn That sh*t)
n*gga f*ck your album and f*ck your singles
Sound like you recorded on a shoe (n*gga's A b*tch)
n*gga who the f*ck is drxco
n*ggas a b*tch on my ride or die (Drxco a b*tch)
Its young mickey and this hoe tricky
I ain’t very picky (n*gga I Ain’t)
Im in a group or a pair
I don't care money on fair, Im tryna get on my (Waves)
So be (Have)
Money no (Grave)
Ima put my money in the gr (Ave)
I just want somebody else to st (Ay)
n*ggas know me its mickey mouse
So deck the halls and f*ck the house
So im so lit and that n*ggas a offbrand tit
I got money so you a dummy and you a b*tch
And you a snitch, HO
Read my book in class before i get yo mom
To spank your ass, Read my book in class before i get yo mom
To spank your ass, Tell this to your father (Tell him b*tch)
That his wife is with me now (n*gga Dam)
That sh*t getting too old haha
Get ran over by a car and you died (Game Over)
Get that strap and get that getback drxco got burned
f*ck his beats that n*gga got defeated
By a b*tch ass n*gga who sucks di*k (f*ck)
That n*gga A b*tch, That n*gga a snitch
That n*gga the offbrand of roddy ricch
That n*gga got crazy, That n*gga b*tch got no ass (sh*t)
That n*gga f*cking his brother, That n*gga a f*cker (Eww)
That n*gga be gay, That n*gga got on sh*t spray (f*ck)
That n*gga ain’t got no games that n*gga play with his di*k
Before he goes to bed he says, Love you di*ky
Like n*gga you iffy i saw that n*gga yesterday
f*ck him if i see him ima kill him i don't give a f*ck
If its no witness i got a freind named bobby and witney
So these n*ggas are sh*tty, Like f*ck these b*tches
And f*ck the snitches, Mickey
And i got me a gun, Sniper gang b*tch
You better run, b*tch