Michael Myers

[Verse 1: KG Prince]
Now its the fucking rockstar, semi flexing in this bitch
Gotta get that who next I'm breaking necks you on the list
Feeling like pop rocks, sick of these [...] they cough drop
His bitch I'm trynna get slop top, cause she seen a lil [...] inna drop top (ooh)
[...] pipe down you ain't bout that, working late nights in the stu gotta count that
Vlone thug on my back gotta couple tats, boy talk shit bout the prince [???]
I got a couple of songs on collective
Came with the OJ I got lethal weapon
Shawty she want it I said give me second
Heaven, way I'm moving through the city I'm blessing

[Hook: KG Prince]
Ok like Michael Myers creeping through the city watch yo backside
Feel like I'm a demon, look at my heart you see them black eyes
Think I'm dope enough don't need no verse this ain't no coke son
That boy trynna act like we was cool but I knew the whole time
Ok like Michael Myers creeping through the city watch yo backside
Feel like I'm a demon, look at my heart you see them black eyes
Think I'm dope enough don't need no verse this ain't coke son
That boy trynna act like we was cool but I knew the whole time

[Verse 2: T Danger]
Finnessin' the money I get it I spend it
I walk with a nine in my pocket I bend it
I hit lil mama then go gotta end it
T Danger the rapper they can't comprehend it, (uh)
I walk with a stack on my hip, dripped out on my wrist
I'm making her strip, my money be blowing not talking no crips
I'm making a movie not writing no scripts, (yeah yeah yeah)
Real rockstar rocking out in this bitch
Now she wanna fuck cause I'm lit and I'm rich (yeah)
Corona virus, I spit on my wrist
My diamonds so cold they making me sick (sick, sick)