King Tut Pt. 2

All these demons in my head

Uh, foenem hop out sprayin'

Long live Fred, ****, you know how the fuck we comin', man

Like, who the fuck is you? Give me all that

Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap

I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack

Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, uh, uh, uh, uh

Mm, mm, uh (Come here, come here, come here)

When the rent due, shorty 'nem come through steppin' on shit like, "Who the fuck is you? Give me all that"

Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap

I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack (Rrah, rrah)

Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop

Catch an opp, fuck him up, give him no passes, put a bitch on him, he think with his cock (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

She thinkin' this my car, whole time, lil' bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt)

Dolo thirteen, long live Freddy, you dissin' on foe, bet your ass get popped

We beat ****' ass, 2016, next year, 2017, Chuckyy picked up a Glock

We got the lo' at 2:31, when we spinned at 2:47, four **** got popped (Boom, grr, grr, fuck)

I'm steady talkin' to God, he workin' with me, but I'm really a devil

My **** grave-dig for real, know Milly D walk around with him a shovel

And my **** make pain for real, got caught with it on him, but the Glock ain't help him (Uh, uh-huh)

Beat a **** block up, first **** actin' weird, I'ma get off, Drac' shells on the ground, uh

Seen ol' buddy on the 'Gram, better get up, Craig, we ain't fuckin' around

Smurk just called my phone and Wukaduk on what I'm on, move a **** around (Watch out)

And Bloodbathh pop out the cut, fill a **** up, that .300 Black, can't duck

He tryna crawl in the truck, but he ain't gettin' up, when a brr let off, get ugly

Long live Fred, ****

Micro Drac', brrah, keep dumpin'

He keep tellin' these bitches he do this and that, when we went on a drill, he vomited

We beat **** out of they shoes before we put shit on the news, that shit no bap

I'm walkin' to school not givin' fuck 'bout shit, in the bookbag, a big-ass strap

When the rent due, shorty 'nem come through steppin' on shit like, "Who the fuck is you? Give me all that"

Raise your voice, catch one to the ball cap

I don't do back and forth, I make skulls crack

Pop told me to shoot first, ask questions later, I'm runnin' money up, I can't stop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

Catch an opp, fuck him up, give him no passes, put a bitch on him, he think with his cock

She thinkin' this my car, whole time, lil' bronem just scratched this bitch off the lot (Skrrt)

Dolo thirteen, long live Freddy, you dissin' on foe, bet your ass get popped (Rrah)

We beat ****' ass, 2016, next year, 2017, Chuckyy picked up a Glock

We got the lo' at 2:31, when we spinned at 2:47, four **** got popped (I'm spinnin', brrah, boom, boom, boom)

Long live Fred, ****

Long live Fred, ****

Chuckyy keep one in the head, ****

Bucks up, ****, you know how the fuck we comin', man