Don King

[First instrumental] [Verse 1: BeatKing] Keke already warned me that bitches ain't shit DJ Screw in my cup and your bitch on my dick And my dick by my pistol Pocket full of issues Studewood I rep that eight in my clique too Fat nigga, 6'2 Got all the hoes, this true Fuck your bitch send her back to as [?] to kiss you Bitch my flow sick fluid 15's in my fucking trunk C3E run the fucking city, I don't see no fucking comp Feeding rap over this beat like Keke did in '96 My lines sick VIP Club with a fine bitch Talk down and meet me Street sweeper, [?] Control of the needed people Flow eat people, Hannibal Yella bitches on my dick Now where was your four years ago When I was in the Buick going through it Now they call me baby like I'm in a stroller They know I got my door up They smile when I roll up Club God bitch, the whole clubb screaming hold up When my clique we shine harder than six suns Fucked your bitch the first night, she made you wait six months We don't love these hoes like we don't love these laws Ridin' round in these new white cop car [Beat Switch] [Verse 2: BeatKing] This is some grey tape shit, some 288 shit Ferrari look like a genesis My slab look like a spaceship Balling like I'm Mason Bad bitches chasin' Fuck niggas talk shit on twitter, but they don't wanna face him My show are yellow taped in Studewood embracin' Bad bitches all the way up to niggas in the state pen Keke said I was killin' these clubs and respects what he sees I told him a beat he can't get for free, cause he's a legend to me Shootout to the SUC from Pokey to ESG Talk down get your ass beat like a VST That Glock 40 black like a PS3 Studewood on my back like 3X tee Got your bitch in my hotel room, sippin' purple Sucking dick while I'm watching [P90X?] commercials Freestyle no rehearsal, bitch I'm the king at this Nut in your bitch face and ain't seen her since Club God all I do is fuck hoes and eat Dennys Got three freaks with men you don't like that You can eat semi baow [Beat Switch] [Verse 3: BeatKing] Peepin' in my window, month of December 3am freestyle on, got these hoes on my zipper Scrollin' through my twitter, lookin' for a flipper If she got a weak mind, then I prolly pimp her Rock out with my dick out like I'm Stiffler Yella bitch got three yellow friends look like the Simpsons My two year old hollin' while I'm freestylin' But I'm still fly (G til the day that I die) [Beat Switch] [Verse 4: BeatKing] Got to be a G, one of the realest in it Niggas like to see you grindin', but niggas don't like to see you winnin' Them same hoes from highschool that told me and Carter was wack They all in the clubs [?] 09 all them bitches fat Inhale or debreath a fail I pay all my momma's bills and I get checks in the mail Get sex in hotels all over the country To say hold up and grab my dick, these promoters pay me money Haters can't grip that, so I sit back and think Back when I had that [?] shirt Walking around with headphones listen to all my beats at work Tryna come up with a plan, for me and C3E and it worked Everybody that ever said I couldn't do shit, ain't shit now And they forgot what they said But the shit they said is forever up in my head And I use that shit today and to the day that I'm dead