BATTLE RAP

[Intro: Chris King]
Ooh, yeah, hold up

[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't fuck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your bitch [?]
You niggas rogue and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no [?] imagine that

[Verse 1: Mak Sauce]
I had to cop me a 223
I done copped me a Glock but it came with [?] beam
[?] chopper, I pop it [?]
I had to [?] P
I don't really [?] carey no [?]
[?]
Pull up to the spot [?]
Them niggas gon' die when we link
Nut in her pussy, it's pretty and pink
Scrape out the pot, till it's squeaky and clean
[?] didn't want to go to school
Fuck it, pop me a hundred [?]
[?] with the lean
[?] fuck is a G
Send me a 3, let it go for the P
[?] I ain't passing out [?] for the [?]

[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't fuck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your bitch [?]
You niggas rogue and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no [?] imagine that

[Verse 2: Chris King & Mak Sauce]
Sipping high doses, can't work no machinery
Pop me a perky I go with the geekery
I'm in the hills, that's somewhere you need to be
I'm in the trap where the robbers and killers be
Pull up in a foreign, police wanna pat me down
He make a diss and I bet we gonna whack him now
Blow out the back and I snatch all the racks
No homo, I bet we blow out [?]
Smoking that zaza, a funky ass pound
We catch him lacking, we gunning him down
We bustin' 40s, I empty the mag
He made a diss and that's why he dead
Shoebox with the money, gun under the bed
As soon as I nut, left her on read
Her booty too fat, almost broke off her legs
I put a bag on her head like dreads

[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't fuck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your bitch [?]
You niggas rogue and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no [?] imagine that