Gayle King lyrics

[Verse]
I still got b*tches, I can't believe it
I know the BasedGod, I'm so conceded
Yeah man, you know I'm sayin', look in the mirror, man
[Lots of voices in the background]
I still got b*tches, I can't believe it
I know the BasedGod, I'm so conceded (Huh?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we on that, we on that, let's get it
I got a lotta b*tches, who gives a f*ck?
I still got hoes and I'm steady comin' up
Ridin' 'round town with these hoes on my di*k
I never, I never save a b*tch
Young BasedGod strappin' from the six (Huh)
Look up in the mirror, that's a pretty b*tch
I'm still up in the trap (Trap), b*tches on my back
Why would I respect a rat?
I got too many hoes for that
I put all the b*tches on my back
We got too much money in the trap
b*tch come spend a sack
I had to put Albany on my back
I'm in El Cerrito selling packs
Who that b*tch selling crack?
I'm spendin' money in the trap (Trap)

[Hook]
Come and get a bag b*tch, come and get a sack
Got that hard ball and it look like crack
Go to Beverly Hills, came back to the trap
Call me Gayle King I got them birds on my back (Vrr)
Come and get a bag b*tch, come and get a sack
Got that hard ball and it look like crack
Go to Beverly Hills, came back to the trap
Call me Gayle King I got them birds on my back (Vrr)