NEXT SONG FREESTYLE OFFICIAL by King BC Lyrics
I already got money, so why would I sit around y'all; and take a little pay cut. I jumped off the porch as a youngin, and got to the weed man house, I took a little shortcut; and you don't really know me, so don't walk up on me. I'll pull this bitch out, and you'll get fucked up
Got a bad bitch with me, I bet if you try to holler she'll turn her little nose up
You niggas just started, I been had the clout; but I'm here now so I'm about to turn up
I'm all in your city; and got big choppers with me
Just like a balloon you'll get blew up
You better hope that I miss; because if I get to blicken this bitch, I bet your luck up. All my shooters "blicken, blicken, blicken." Boy don't you get blicked up
Why the fuck is you trippin, calling my phone about bitches, boy you done fucked up
I'm the Boss of my city; and you work for the man, so we know you taking a paycut
These niggas is hatin; because I'm doing shows. They really need to get they bread up
We come from the Chi; and we with all the shit. So you know the gang throwing they sets up
Shout out to my boy Dinky, and Kilo; they still in the hood, holding the block down. Shout out to all my shooters, they love catching bodies; I can't say they name, because they hot now. Shout out to my brothers; they love getting money, like flies we sticking to that paper. Shout out to the snitches; they telling them people everything, and giving them favors. Shout out to my block, shout out to my Glock, and them hitters doing them drills. Slide down your block; you get hit with them Glocks. We like to play in the field. Shout out to them killers, Shout out to them dealers, they shooting, and popping pills
Shout out to the winners, these niggas ain't winning. You see who looking for real. We the ones who winning, we the ones who winning; you know we ain't missing no meals
I'm ten toes down, I gotta stay focused you know I ain't popping no pills
Got a bad bitch with me, I bet if you try to holler she'll turn her little nose up
You niggas just started, I been had the clout; but I'm here now so I'm about to turn up
I'm all in your city; and got big choppers with me
Just like a balloon you'll get blew up
You better hope that I miss; because if I get to blicken this bitch, I bet your luck up. All my shooters "blicken, blicken, blicken." Boy don't you get blicked up
Why the fuck is you trippin, calling my phone about bitches, boy you done fucked up
I'm the Boss of my city; and you work for the man, so we know you taking a paycut
These niggas is hatin; because I'm doing shows. They really need to get they bread up
We come from the Chi; and we with all the shit. So you know the gang throwing they sets up
Shout out to my boy Dinky, and Kilo; they still in the hood, holding the block down. Shout out to all my shooters, they love catching bodies; I can't say they name, because they hot now. Shout out to my brothers; they love getting money, like flies we sticking to that paper. Shout out to the snitches; they telling them people everything, and giving them favors. Shout out to my block, shout out to my Glock, and them hitters doing them drills. Slide down your block; you get hit with them Glocks. We like to play in the field. Shout out to them killers, Shout out to them dealers, they shooting, and popping pills
Shout out to the winners, these niggas ain't winning. You see who looking for real. We the ones who winning, we the ones who winning; you know we ain't missing no meals
I'm ten toes down, I gotta stay focused you know I ain't popping no pills