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Almighty Zacck - Kings Original Lyrics

[Chorus: Slimey Tay]
What you know 'bout having a petty bitch, that always wearing different Birkin bags?
What you know 'bout bringing him to the crib, and the boy a rat?
"What you know 'bout a nigga slid?" I know you'll gon' tell 'em ass
Bitch nigga we are big kings, you didn't know 'bout that
Pop a pill, break the glass
Demin Tears, Denim bags
Say gang, say that
Just for some cheese, the boy gon' rat
What you know 'bout AMG? You can go ask my nigga Zacck
What you know 'bout no cap nigga? Ralo really be on your ass

[Verse 1: Slimey Tay]
I can't be around hyper niggas, they gone do the most
I can't be around the beach nigga, I really love the cold
Key got locked up cause he got caught snatchin' a soul
Bitch you a wack nigga, why the fuck did you rat on your bro
My wrist might make catch a cold
My Nig- might make me catch your bro
You need some money let me know
The feds really be on all the phones
All these niggas gon' be mad if I get crowned M.I.P
Yeah nigga I froze up like a wrist, used to be the sea
Why the fuck you snitch, y'all were on the same team
Niggas scared of me, cause I'm really a fien
[Chorus: Slimey Tay & NoCapRalo]
What you know 'bout having a petty bitch, that always wearing different Birkin bags?
What you know 'bout bringing him to the crib, and the boy a rat?
"What you know 'bout a nigga slid?" I know you'll gon' tell 'em ass
Bitch nigga we are big kings, you didn't know 'bout that
Pop a pill, break the glass
Demin Tears, Denim bags
Say gang, say that
Just for some cheese, the boy gon' rat
What you know 'bout AMG? You can go ask my nigga Zacck
What you know 'bout no cap nigga? Ralo really be on your ass, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: NoCapRalo]
What you know 'bout my niggas, bitch
Nigga what you know 'bout Lil Sinner, yeah
What you know 'bout my niggas, yeah
Srapped up, please do not fuck with Twinlem
Nigga you should care, please don't interfere, you can get popped up
Popped up, please don't fuck with us, you gon' be a Perk
I get free shit out the store, I'm fucking the clerk
All my opps really creepin' nigga, all my opps lerk
If a nigga even go to my hood, you gon' get smoke
Nigga don't need to ask questions you know why he on da flo
You know what we really on, you know why the bullets on the floor
Nigga can get smoked up like Gelotto, Make your body cold
[Chorus: Slimey Tay]
What you know 'bout having a petty bitch, that always wearing different Birkin bags?
What you know 'bout bringing him to the crib, and the boy a rat?
"What you know 'bout a nigga slid?" I know you'll gon' tell 'em ass
Bitch nigga we are big kings, you didn't know 'bout that
Pop a pill, break the glass
Demin Tears, Denim bags
Say gang, say that
Just for some cheese, the boy gon' rat
What you know 'bout AMG? You can go ask my nigga Zacck
What you know 'bout no cap nigga? Ralo really be on your ass

[Verse 3: Almighty Zacck & Slimey Tay]
What you know 'bout controlling the streets? Niggas dead silent
What you know 'bout niggas being scared? Ain't nobody out
What you know 'bout that Pha, Pha? Yeah, that choppa sound
Nigga really gonna answer the judge, What you know about?
I know like 16 niggas, I push right to the rear (Phew)
Nigga niggas tryna start war, and they know the king ain't lil (Oh yeah)
Traumatised, that nigga pick up the switch, when his momma died (Damn)
I ain't gon' lie, When I was 15 I fucked a bitch that was 29
What you know 'bout taking time, heatin' water to cook your noodles up? (What you know?)
What you know 'bout bein' in the streets and don't even know who to trust?
Lil bro was really slime, takin' risk right in the lamb trusk
What you know 'bout a nigga tryna sneak you, and still got the ups on 'em? (Okay)
What your lil homie at? You and your bitch nigga tryna run
A hole right in his back, and that nigga was your ace, but he ain't that
Like what you doin'? Like he ain't told on your quad, Like he ain't rat
Like what you doin'? Didn't have a blick, and got your wig snatch (For real)
Free lil bro in the pin, rat on 'em, why the fuck did you rat on 'em (Free Key)
Niggas watchin' what I'm doin' lookin' over my shoulder
These nigga gonna rat on 'em, just for a lil money (Lil money)
Nigga I retired from trappin', I was there Monday to Sunday (I'm tired)
Nigga really fakin' you better not call 'em slatt (You better not)
Nigga on that baby talk, I'm gon' pat 'em on the back (Burp 'em)
She a cannibal she eatin' dick, that's her favorite snack (She a freak)
I keep a pistol on me, put it on my lap (Nya we love you)