This King Lil G, tattoo'd guns in this bitch
Know I'm talkin' bout?
Bozo what up?
I want it all, the baddest bitches
Went from rags to riches
Starving we was broke as fuck
But fuck it we was with the business
Writing on the wall
Walking to the corner store
Tell me what you bang
Introduce you to that .44
What it is it's hitting for
I'm a need eleven more
Your homie started tripping
Now he slipping on that bloody floor
I been trying to tell you what being a boss is all about
Watch the individual homie cause they be falling out
What it's like to be Mexican making millions
Tell me what it's like to be driving 'round with no ceilings
I wanna motivate all these youngsters and all they siblings
Cause shit get real as fuck when you witness one of these killings
Me and my dawg we gon' ride through the city
Me and my dawg we gon' ride through the city
And all these bitches I'm taking 'em with me
And all your bitches I'm taking 'em with me
I'm putting down this bible
As I'm picking up this rifle
How can you stay humble when these suckas wanna touch you?
I carry on this promise
I will kill you for my dog
When I pray to god
Let him know I want it all
I took the biggest loss when you left me in the halls
The day my father died I was sitting behind bars
Now I sit in cars with no loan I paid 'em off
These muthafuckas soft, ain't nobody taking off
You gotta pose with guns in them pictures you a fraud
They know that I'm strapped, I ain't gotta show 'em off
Baby looking at me like she wanna take 'em off
Bitch I'm a don in these streets
What you thought? (What you thought?)
Me and my dawg we gon' ride through the city
Me and my dawg we gon' ride through the city
And all these bitches I'm taking 'em with me
And all your bitches I'm taking 'em with me
I won't tell you how I love you, I'm a show you
I won't tell you I'm a be there, I'm a hold you
I won't tell you I'm a killer, I'm a show you
I'm loading up this pistol and it's for you muthafucka