The True King Of Spades

[Intro]
Real, all these niggas switching up, I know the deal
Niggas talking all that hot shit like they been in the field
If I see your bitch ass, nigga, I know you gon' squeal
I'm writing names in the hit list like a fucking quill
Real, all these niggas switching up, I know the deal
Niggas talking all that hot shit like they been in the field
If I see your bitch ass, nigga, I know you gon' squeal
I'm writing names in the hit list like a fucking quill
Real, all these niggas switching up, I know the deal
Niggas talking all that hot shit like they been in the field
(Let's get the Party Started!)
Bitch I'ma–, bitch I'ma–

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm a RiFF RAFF nigga
All that talking on the 'net, but you ain't get back nigga
We gon' spin around your block and peel your skin back
We is not the fucking same, I get that get back
Niggas always talking all that shit, like nigga, fuck we finna do?
If you say we finna pull up, nigga, better pull up soon
I got a strap in my bag, nigga, send you to the moon
I got a strap in my bag, nigga, send you to the moon
And I ain't playing with these hoes, little ass bitch, you better move
But on some real, all these niggas switching up, I know the deal
Niggas talking all that hot shit like they been in the field
Niggas talking all that hot shit like they been in the field
If I see your bitch ass, nigga, I know you gon' squeal
I'm writing names in the hit list like a fucking quill
Aw shit, nigga, yeah, I know my ass got to cool down
But all these pussy niggas on my dick, they need to move around
Glocky got a motherfucking beam, pull up, make a sound
While these niggas steady riding d, I'm finna make it out
But hold on, shit, that ain't it
Why these niggas playing with the king of spades like they the shit?
I'm a real fucking nigga, I'm in the car with this bitch
And I'ma send this shit to Lecie, and he gon' mix up all this shit
But Goddamn, why these niggas switch up and act like fans?
Weren't you was the same nigga that was laughing at me with your man's?
Niggas see you going up, and they want to be your friend's
But I don't really give a fuck, I'ma finna use you in the end
I'm steady stumping on these niggas like some motherfucking Timbs
I made a genre called MK, and it's about taking off your limbs

[Refrain]
Wait, nah, you know what's crazy?
I was actually finna quit, nigga

[Verse 2]
Hell nah, bitch, I could never stop
Got to keep going up, nigga, got to get this guap
To addicted to this shit, nigga, I could never stop
Niggas prayed on my downfall, want my ass to flop
I ain't taking no breaks, nigga, till I reach the top

[Outro]
Goddamn, I don't know what the fuck to say no more, bruh
Fucking ayy, shoutout Lecie for this beat nigga
Aw shit, my bad for fucking ear raping your ass nigga
But shit, nigga, uh, shoutout you Lecie for this beat nigga