Table Full of Kings 4

Bitch you know just who it is
Back up in this bitch
Okay
Ain't see it coming switch the intro cause that shit was to Cliche
Need the money right this second ain't no time for Delay
Bitch we in the fourth quarter and I made it a Parlay

Always knew who you should call but now it's beeping hoe
Thinking he decomposing but he right behind that freezer door
Watcha reaching for
Keeping that heat up on me when you see that dough
Spending it
Like I need to get rid of it but it keeps coming on back for more

Okay
Let me pipe down
Plain tee up on my chest now
Ain't been up with the rest how
He shooting but don't make a sound
A horn up on his head now
He trade a crown to fall down
A hole and never sold his sole
Its tfok watch that boy fold

If a slip knot at the function imma drop in
Think ya boy vanilla but they look past all the toppings
He ain't doing shit but on the low that boy been plotting
Twenty seven club been done but it ain't ever dropping

So
I know motha fuckas wanna be dann
With a crib like this must sell contraband
With a whip like this ain't meant to be slammed
Take an L this year then shit I'd be damned

Got that game winning play and I feel like a lion
I feel like retiring
My tires is spinning and I'm down to the wire
I acquire attire of wheels on my tee so they know I spit fire