Kings and Queens lyrics

[Verse]
Might take me a rap n*gga rollie (Might take a n*gga rollie)
That's the way I was raised up, n*gga
Ridin' 'round with all them raised up killas
Put some shots in his head, like the boy drink liquor
Double gon' tweak, rock out, Adolf Hitler
Amiri my jeans, lil hoe, these a thousand dollar denim
How you rockin' designer, but no money with it?
I hear voices on voices, they talk to a n*gga
I be rockin' these bands and rockin' shows
Rockin' these stupid ass, dumb ass n*ggas that's trustin' these b*tches 'cause they f*ckin' these hoes n' lovin' these hoes
Get a drop up 'cause we put a pop up
And who can you name in the city that popped us?
Cause we the ones who do all the poppin' and droppin'
Cause these n*gga oppin' and flockin', switchin' the block
Big chop put lead in his top
?, the hoe was toxic, get out my car cause, b*tch, we spinnin'
Pull up in a Hellcat, Durango truck
And yo man's broke, n*gga still drivin' a Hemi
Remember them days I ain't have enough (Let's go)
I hit the road, ran it up (Uh)
She got the tats on the ass and that booty so fat, when I hit the b*tch back, lift it up
n*ggas crackin' Fours, never did sh*t to a Four, so what the f*ck you crackin' for?
Percocet with the wok, let my hoe drive the boat
All my b*tches, they thottin', they playin' they roles
How the young n*gga 20, but he still winnin'?
I came out as a baby, go out as a menace
Go out as a menace, Imma put on for my city, put on for my hood, show them young n*ggas who really spinnin'
It's been a lil minute, but we still get active, we still put that boy in a casket and send the lil boy to a pastor and tell his lil mama what happened
Now she lookin' at him, she dead, he gone
We put 'em shots in his head and don't give a f*ck 'bout them feds cause them n*ggas police, they just want a n*gga in jail
I know that they watchin', I know that they trackin', I know they tryna catch me in the action
Another opp just popped up dead, we don't know what happened
Looked on the internet, "Damn, that sh*t tragic"
Fire a n*gga up, put a n*gga in a wood, burn the lil boy like ashes
Once you block a n*gga in, hop out with them K's, look him in the face, get nasty (Let's go)
We get accurate
Give me the chop, lil bro, I ain't passin' it
Imma go hit it, Double 0 handle the mission
When it comes to this WALKdown sh*t, n*ggas know I'm the CEO of this sh*t
So, we more than a gang, lil b*tch, I done made us a switch
Switch on a Glock, had to switch out the clips on a opp
Had to show the lil n*gga the chop
It shoot 'til infinity, b*tches ain't finish me
I'm running round with a chop, might sentence me
AR hit 'em and knock off his ? (Uh) (Walk him down)
When it come to the murder town, n*ggas know that it's Tennessee
Where them n*ggas don't play with that sh*t, n*ggas play in a club, then we flexin' that b*tch
When it came to our gang, put a case to your sh*t
What you save in a year, b*tch, I make in a month
n*gga, I play with that sh*t
Young n*gga play with that sh*t, like a leash (Uh)
We sendin' n*ggas to preachers (Uh)
She got that head like a teacher
This b*tch wanted 200 hundred thousand dollar sneakers
I'm a real deal snake, man, this sh*t gets lethal
For them junkies, play in that b*tch, we ah eat ya'
Not a Thunder, but I got them shooters in Oklahoma, they'll pull up delete ya' (Aye)