[Intro: Kingg Bucc]
Ayy, yo, homeboy, turn me up
169, 2020 building
700 on the everything
You know it's the crown, bitch
Let's go, ayy

[Chorus: Kingg Bucc]
Machine gun spittin' like Machine Gun Kelly
Playing with a AR-15, R. Kelly
My main text my side bitch like she ain't gon' tell me
Bi-Bi-Bitch, don't show me pics I done seen already
It's some hoes in this house, I hope they shoes off, I got carpet
I know n***as takin' pics with glizzies, ain't them boys gon' pop it
Lotta blue faces in my motherfucking pocket
Ayy, bitch, if you gon' suck me off you better do it sloppy

[Verse 1: Kingg Bucc]
Free my hitta, it's gon' be some bodies when he come out
Told my hitta better pop that pistol if he run out
We gon' hit a lick and kick that door in when the sun out
I heard it was a milli in this bitch like Donald Trump house
I was being so productive, made a quarter where I hung out
It was rapping, it was scrapping, it was trapping where I hung out
Man, I had to 'cause I had them MJ's with the tongue out
SK's at my mom house, bring it out if food done run out
I don't want piano lessons, baby, I want different keys
I don't wanna sow a seed, baby, I want different trees
Everybody want some smoke, man, pussy n***a please
Everybody change they mind when they hear that trigger squeeze
[Chorus: Kingg Bucc]
Machine gun spittin' like Machine Gun Kelly
Playing with a AR-15, R. Kelly
My main text my side bitch like she ain't gon' tell me
Bi-Bi-Bitch, don't show me pics I done seen already
It's some hoes in this house, I hope they shoes off, I got carpet
I know n***as takin' pics with glizzies, ain't them boys gon' pop it
Lotta blue faces in my motherfucking pocket
Ayy, bitch, if you gon' suck me off you better do it sloppy

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, ayy, bought a new Draco, but I just spent a K up on a K (No cap)
Aim at your face and let it blow, we gon' get 'em out the way
My lil' homie on a drill, told him hop out the car when he spray
In a Hellcat we kidnapped him, then we left him at the heaven's gate
7.62 by 51's, I put it in .308's
We slidin' with this shit, we ridin' with this shit, we boost the rate
We up the count, we burned the block up, then we skrrt off from the jakes
I kicked the door and put the pole in your face, then go through your safe
You ain't safe when my n***as bump down with this Drac'
Time can't save him, catch him where he at, it's DOA
Fuck your brother, n***a, we the one that put him in a grave
We ain't runnin' no pockets, we want his soul if he play

[Chorus: Kingg Bucc]
Machine gun spittin' like Machine Gun Kelly
Playing with a AR-15, R. Kelly
My main text my side bitch like she ain't gon' tell me
Bi-Bi-Bitch, don't show me pics I done seen already
It's some hoes in this house, I hope they shoes off, I got carpet
I know n***as takin' pics with glizzies, ain't them boys gon' pop it
Lotta blue faces in my motherfucking pocket
Ayy, bitch, if you gon' suck me off you better do it sloppy (Sloppy toppy)
[Outro]
Do it for the crown