KingTut lyrics

[Intro]
My sh*t sound together
.40s and 9s when we bounce out the 'Raq
Can't forget Drac', make a ni—, come here
I'm tryna figure out where the f*ck you n*ggas goin', we chase sh*t

[Verse]
.40s and 9s when we bounce out the 'Raq (Brr)
Can't forget Drac', make a n*gga turn buck-eyed
On our block, tryna catch one, collat'
You ain't killed nothin' before, we don't see eye to eye
n*ggas be tough 'til them bullets start flyin'
Pullin' up, fast sh*t, spot an opp, he dyin'
Headshot, he fall, hit him all in his spine (Bah, bah)
Get him gonе, Bloodbath, my cobra, slime
f*ck around, we out, n*ggas know we slidin'
Catch a goofy on thе block, he know he dyin' (Come here)
You ever get caught, don't drop that dime
Got some n*ggas did sh*t and they doin' they time (Free 40)
Catchin' bodies, attempts, n*gga, who ain't slidin'?
Boy, we put sh*t in the dirt
Brother 'nem broken heart and trailin' your hearse
Tryna play both sides how you get it it the worst
Talk tough on the 'net, put his ass on a shirt
.40 gravedigger, really put sh*t in the dirt (Dumbass)
Switches and Dracs every time we bail out, clap 'em up pronto
n*ggas be doin' that lip on the 'net, 'cause if they run up on me, they catchin' a hollow
You know when it rain, these n*ggas get wet, in a straight-eight Jeep, it's just me and Faro
f*ck that, we bail out on feet, I'm gettin' sick and tired of swingin' this car door (Watch out)
Puttin' money before the hoes, I'm chasin' this chicken like it's no tomorrow
My mama say, "Boy, why you got that gun?"
I'm sorry, I'd rather be safe than sorrow (You know that)
Whole life like Instagram, whatever I do, these n*ggas gon' follow
I'm in a straight-eight Jeep right now, foenem stompin' the gas, it's shakin' the throttle
Doggin' the 'Cat, just kissed the curb, f*ck n*gga, you would think that we was spinnin' a bottle
n*gga get f*cked up, shoot his ass down if he run up, swingin' the chop like nunchucks (Grr)
We on your bum-bum, we ain't the one you could run from
Frr, now you on your rump bum (Rump bum)
Every time a n*gga get clapped in the 'Raq, they callin' me, but I ain't even done nothin' (You know that)
Me, Milly D, Zo Pound pop up out with switches and Dracs, now that's somethin' to run from
Uh, we smackin' buckets (Smack)
These n*ggas be dyin' for nothin' (Uh-uh)
The sh*t that they doin', we done it (We did)
Frr, I'ma keep on dumpin' (Brrah)
Left brains on the ground, but I ain't never vomit (Ew)
The sh*t that I'm doin' make you sick to your stomach
Heard he popped fake yercs, now he look like a zombie
He tweaked with the 6, now he wrapped like a mummy (Goofy)
[Outro]
Uh, uh, he wrapped like a mummy
Uh, he wrapped like a mummy
Tweaked with the 6, now he wrapped like a mummy
sh*t I'm doin', we done it
Uh, uh, we smackin' buckets
Long live Fred, n*gga, Chuckyy keep one in the head, n*gga