These niggas dont f*ck with me
Cause niggas can't make no bread like me
Lil niggas want some with me
But niggas gon' end up six feet deep
This a big bag, ya'll niggas cheap
I'm the one ya'll niggas should've made me king
I ain't trippin' cause I got the cheats
Got a shawty in the back, yeah, she loadin up the heat
It's a some act I ain't sippin' on green
It's a bag on me, it's a bag on me
Tonight, she gon' rock the mink
45 in the bag and it's double C
It's red when she mix up the drink
Got the pack on me, made the whole room stink
Up all night, bitch, I don't sleep
I need a bag, so I made a hundred G's
I'm rollin' up that gas
And my pockets stuffed with cash
Got some more up in my bag
And that Mack if talk that smack
Yeah, the bitches love this shit
Cause a nigga flooded the wrist
Got the soda, they in my cup, bitch
You know I'm what the mix
Like, niggas was good, I'm outside all day
Want some, you can get hit
Like, come to the hood, the niggas I'm wit
Bitch, we don't even play that shit
Like, all my niggas is good
Bitch, we been fed
Eating good like ever since
All my niggas locked in like this
Like Goyard, iss holdin the stick
And the niggas that call me weird
They gettin' on paper, no, not like this
They gon' speak on the gang
They gon' speak on Mac
But niggas ain't makin' no m$
This shit don't make no sense
I'm out for a milli', bitch, I don't need friends
But she can come through, bring a friend
Bag on me, bitch, I'm too lit
All you pussy niggas throwin' shade
But you know it's all love
When we face to face
You ain't sayin' nothing
You get smoked up like an 8th
You's a pussy punk, bitch
Nigga, that's on gang
Uh, uh, you can get it
I got status, don't check me
Bitch Check your balance, got your bitch up in my palace
Bitch, you know we bout to cash shit
Don't worry about the bad bitch
Cause you know she gettin' passed quick
And I ain't even hit it
I'm still up on some Mack shit
Uh, niggas don't f*ck with me
Cause niggas can't make no bread like me
Lil' niggas want smoke with me
But niggas gon' end up six feet deep
This a big bag, y'all niggas cheap
I'm the one, y'all niggas should've made me king
I ain't trippin' cause I got the cheats
Got a shawty in the back loading up the heat
05 Mac - IM KING Lyrics
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These niggas dont f*ck with me
Cause niggas can't make no bread like me
Lil niggas want some with me
But niggas gon' end up six feet deep
This a big bag, ya'll niggas cheap
I'm the one ya'll niggas should've made me king
I ain't trippin' cause I got the cheats
Got a shawty in the back, yeah, she loadin up the heat
It's a some act I ain't sippin' on green
It's a bag on me, it's a bag on me
Tonight, she gon' rock the mink
45 in the bag and it's double C
It's red when she mix up the drink
Got the pack on me, made the whole room stink
Up all night, bitch, I don't sleep
I need a bag, so I made a hundred G's
I'm rollin' up that gas
And my pockets stuffed with cash
Got some more up in my bag
And that Mack if talk that smack
Yeah, the bitches love this shit
Cause a nigga flooded the wrist
Got the soda, they in my cup, bitch
You know I'm what the mix
Like, niggas was good, I'm outside all day
Want some, you can get hit
Like, come to the hood, the niggas I'm wit
Bitch, we don't even play that shit
Like, all my niggas is good
Bitch, we been fed
Eating good like ever since
All my niggas locked in like this
Like Goyard, iss holdin the stick
And the niggas that call me weird
They gettin' on paper, no, not like this
They gon' speak on the gang
They gon' speak on Mac
But niggas ain't makin' no m$
This shit don't make no sense
I'm out for a milli', bitch, I don't need friends
But she can come through, bring a friend
Bag on me, bitch, I'm too lit
All you pussy niggas throwin' shade
But you know it's all love
When we face to face
You ain't sayin' nothing
You get smoked up like an 8th
You's a pussy punk, bitch
Nigga, that's on gang
Uh, uh, you can get it
I got status, don't check me
Bitch Check your balance, got your bitch up in my palace
Bitch, you know we bout to cash shit
Don't worry about the bad bitch
Cause you know she gettin' passed quick
And I ain't even hit it
I'm still up on some Mack shit
Uh, niggas don't f*ck with me
Cause niggas can't make no bread like me
Lil' niggas want smoke with me
But niggas gon' end up six feet deep
This a big bag, y'all niggas cheap
I'm the one, y'all niggas should've made me king
I ain't trippin' cause I got the cheats
Got a shawty in the back loading up the heat
Cause niggas can't make no bread like me
Lil niggas want some with me
But niggas gon' end up six feet deep
This a big bag, ya'll niggas cheap
I'm the one ya'll niggas should've made me king
I ain't trippin' cause I got the cheats
Got a shawty in the back, yeah, she loadin up the heat
It's a some act I ain't sippin' on green
It's a bag on me, it's a bag on me
Tonight, she gon' rock the mink
45 in the bag and it's double C
It's red when she mix up the drink
Got the pack on me, made the whole room stink
Up all night, bitch, I don't sleep
I need a bag, so I made a hundred G's
I'm rollin' up that gas
And my pockets stuffed with cash
Got some more up in my bag
And that Mack if talk that smack
Yeah, the bitches love this shit
Cause a nigga flooded the wrist
Got the soda, they in my cup, bitch
You know I'm what the mix
Like, niggas was good, I'm outside all day
Want some, you can get hit
Like, come to the hood, the niggas I'm wit
Bitch, we don't even play that shit
Like, all my niggas is good
Bitch, we been fed
Eating good like ever since
All my niggas locked in like this
Like Goyard, iss holdin the stick
And the niggas that call me weird
They gettin' on paper, no, not like this
They gon' speak on the gang
They gon' speak on Mac
But niggas ain't makin' no m$
This shit don't make no sense
I'm out for a milli', bitch, I don't need friends
But she can come through, bring a friend
Bag on me, bitch, I'm too lit
All you pussy niggas throwin' shade
But you know it's all love
When we face to face
You ain't sayin' nothing
You get smoked up like an 8th
You's a pussy punk, bitch
Nigga, that's on gang
Uh, uh, you can get it
I got status, don't check me
Bitch Check your balance, got your bitch up in my palace
Bitch, you know we bout to cash shit
Don't worry about the bad bitch
Cause you know she gettin' passed quick
And I ain't even hit it
I'm still up on some Mack shit
Uh, niggas don't f*ck with me
Cause niggas can't make no bread like me
Lil' niggas want smoke with me
But niggas gon' end up six feet deep
This a big bag, y'all niggas cheap
I'm the one, y'all niggas should've made me king
I ain't trippin' cause I got the cheats
Got a shawty in the back loading up the heat
Writer: Joshua James
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