Call Me MK

MK, S-Dot The Collection

I be on my bullshit

Moving threw the city wit a full clip.

Ski mask ready and my sprit dirty

I tinted up my Caddy like the A team

 

They hating I know **** gone say things

Strap on my waste at the door and they don’t say a thing.

Minus all the rumors that you hear about me

I get money in these bitches suck that cum up out me

She say she got a man but she don’t care about him

And when she throw it from the back I don’t hear about him.

All my **** ball all my **** ball

And if you try to rob us you gone have to fall

Uh yeah this is the truth

And I don’t care about nothing like Im bishop in juice

Executive 4,

Then I switch to the coup

Hard top when Im chilling I show off no roof

Maybach laid back Paris smith payback

Talk slick on the gram and get your shit push back

I been humble in calm but em back in mix

Im looking for rec Im ready I ain’t got no picks.

I came home got my money up now I’m lit

And all I do is fuck the city up what it is

Im from row at the power premier like Im a actor

The watch bout eighty and cause Im a factor

Switch to corporate but better known as a trapper

The Branson Don but you can call me the ambassador

they love me out in London

My bitch one of one and she get respect when she move threw the city like Lauren London

Im heavy on loads in no matter where I go it’s a pole

And my youngins can’t be stopped they gone get out of control

I ain’t petty I front you something and you best get back

I ain’t tripping cause I know where your bitch stay at.

I use to be a bummy ****

Went from ones skip the fifty’s and went to hundreds ****.

Yeah em cool but on the real I don’t play wit ****.

Lot of **** out here working I stay away from ****.

Restaurant eating steak Im Scar facing ****

Still back blocking it

Ladder hanging out my back pocket in

Machine steady running I will never let em box me in we just got the mazi in

Im on my John Gotti shit

I ain’t done I just begun

he word in the city is Im the one.

Did fed time and I ain’t tell none

When I come around you **** man I smell something.

How you talking money and y’all can’t bail nothing

Heard you talking crazy I see you You don’t say nothing.

It’s mK wit the k

Hanging out the window broad day

I run threw ya house like it’s a raid

The block gone do whatever I say

if the bag on ya head

Im gone pay Im so turn on I wanna get it I keep going bar for bar man Im wit it ——y’all **** snitches pussies and bitches ….