King Tut Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
All these demons in my head
Uh, foenem hop out sprayin'
Long live Fred, n*gga, you know how the f*ck we comin', man
Like, who the f*ck is you? Give me all that
Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack
Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, uh, uh, uh, uh
Mm, mm, uh (Come here, come here, come here)

[Chorus]
When the rent due, shorty 'nem come through steppin' on sh*t like, "Who the f*ck is you? Give me all that"
Raisе your voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back and forth, I makе skulls crack (Rrah, rrah)
Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop
Catch an opp, f*ck him up, give him no passes, put a b*tch on him, he think with his c*ck (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
She thinkin' this my car, whole time, lil' bronem just scratched this b*tch off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt)
Dolo thirteen, long live Freddy, you dissin' on foe, bet your ass get popped
We beat n*ggas' ass, 2016, next year, 2017, Chuckyy picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, when we spinned at 2:47, four n*ggas got popped (Boom, grr, grr, f*ck)

[Verse]
I'm steady talkin' to God, he workin' with me, but I'm really a devil
My n*ggas grave-dig for real, know Milly D walk around with him a shovel
And my n*ggas make pain for real, got caught with it on him, but the Glock ain't help him (Uh, uh-huh)
Beat a n*gga block up, first n*gga actin' weird, I'ma get off, Drac' shells on the ground, uh
Seen ol' buddy on the 'Gram, better get up, Craig, we ain't f*ckin' around
Smurk just called my phone and Wukaduk on what I'm on, move a n*gga around (Watch out)
And Bloodbathh pop out the cut, fill a n*gga up, that .300 Black, can't duck
He tryna crawl in the truck, but he ain't gettin' up, when a brr let off, get ugly
Long live Fred, n*gga
Micro Drac', brrah, keep dumpin'
He keep tellin' these b*tches he do this and that, when we went on a drill, he vomited
We beat n*ggas out of they shoes before we put sh*t on the news, that sh*t no bap
I'm walkin' to school not givin' f*ck 'bout sh*t, in the bookbag, a big-ass strap
[Chorus]
When the rent due, shorty 'nem come through steppin' on sh*t like, "Who the f*ck is you? Give me all that"
Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap
I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack
Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Catch an opp, f*ck him up, give him no passes, put a b*tch on him, he think with his c*ck
She thinkin' this my car, whole time, lil' bronem just scratched this b*tch off the lot (Skrrt)
Dolo thirteen, long live Freddy, you dissin' on foe, bet your ass get popped (Rrah)
We beat n*ggas' ass, 2016, next year, 2017, Chuckyy picked up a Glock
We got the lo' at 2:31, when we spinned at 2:47, four n*ggas got popped (I'm spinnin', brrah, boom, boom, boom)

[Outro]
Long live Fred, n*gga
Long live Fred, n*gga
Chuckyy keep one in the head, n*gga
Bucks up, n*gga, you know how the f*ck we comin', man