Don King lyrics

[First instrumental]

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Keke already warned me that b*tches ain't sh*t
DJ Screw in my cup and your b*tch on my di*k
And my di*k by my pistol
Pocket full of issues
Studewood I rep that eight in my clique too
Fat n*gga, 6'2
Got all the hoes, this true
f*ck your b*tch send her back to as [?] to kiss you
b*tch my flow sick fluid
15's in my f*cking trunk
C3E run the f*cking city, I don't see no f*cking comp
Feeding rap over this beat like Keke did in '96
My lines sick
VIP Club with a fine b*tch
Talk down and meet me
Street sweeper, [?]
Control of the needed people
Flow eat people, Hannibal
Yella b*tches on my di*k
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 b*tch, the whole clubb screaming hold up
When my clique we shine harder than six suns
f*cked your b*tch 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 sh*t, some 288 sh*t
Ferrari look like a genesis
My slab look like a spaceship
Balling like I'm Mason
Bad b*tches chasin'
f*ck n*ggas talk sh*t on twitter, but they don't wanna face him
My show are yellow taped in
Studewood embracin'
Bad b*tches all the way up to n*ggas 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 b*tch in my hotel room, sippin' purple
Sucking di*k while I'm watching [P90X?] commercials
Freestyle no rehearsal, b*tch I'm the king at this
Nut in your b*tch face and ain't seen her since
Club God all I do is f*ck 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 di*k out like I'm Stiffler
Yella b*tch 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
n*ggas like to see you grindin', but n*ggas 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 b*tches 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 di*k, 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 sh*t, ain't sh*t now
And they forgot what they said
But the sh*t they said is forever up in my head
And I use that sh*t today and to the day that I'm dead