[Intro: Curly J]
(It's the king of the melodies
I'm blowing up now and all of a sudden they rock with me
We love you Curly J
Ain't really no shots at me
Got a couple of n***as chillin' at the back to the pot of me)

[Verse 1: Curly J]
It's the king of the melodies
I'm blowing up now and all of a sudden they rock with me
Ain't really no shots at me
Got a couple of n***as chillin' at the back to the pot of me
Go go, get the drop for me
She don't want that thing, all of a sudden she on top of me
She really be sloppin' me
She really be sloppin' me, yeah
It's me and BUFASA
We make a team, we the best on the roster
You ain't really gang n***a, you an imposter
If you so crazy then get hit with the choppa, yeah

[Chorus: BUFASA]
Rocking jeans feel like 6 bands
Choppa with a beam I'm a hit man
Skinny n***as that we eat, yeah we get cash
Don't compare us to your gang that's a mismatch
We are not the same
Now we the these and right, shawty acting shady
Bitches used to curve us now they going crazy
And everyday my life be feeling like a daydream
N***a this ain't real life but a K.D
[Verse 2: Curly J]
Little baby you can't break my heart, there ain't no heart on me
I be posted with them killers then they skrrt right off the scene
Shawty only made me once but no she ain't forgettin' me
I be fly, way too fly, like NY to Germany
I got black hoes, white hoes, I got every hoe
I got black hoes, white hoes, hoes are no decease
I be posted with them killers then they skrrt right off the scene
Shawty only made me once but no she ain't forgettin' me

[Bridge 1: Curly J]
You ain't with it, you ain't really gang, n***a you's a lame
Me and BUFASA, we be riding now, we really bringing pain
You ain't really done no action, you was in it for the fame
Ever since I started blowing up my heart done really changed
And it hurts, hit them where it hurts
N***as want a feature, want a K for every verse (K every verse)
Tried to take my girl, I already told you that she curves
Shawty said she bad, well shawty do your worst

[Chorus: BUFASA]
Rocking jeans feel like 6 bands
Choppa with a beam I'm a hit man
Skinny n***as that we eat, yeah we get cash
Don't compare us to your gang that's a mismatch
We are not the same
Now we the these and right, shawty acting shady
Bitches used to curve us now they going crazy
And everyday my life be feeling like a daydream
N***a this ain't real life but a K.D
[Verse 3: BUFASA]
BUFASA the king of the jungle, I was takin' the bait while you n***as were fumbling 'bout
The bread, n***a, fuck being humble
I feel like the man and I'm all ready to rumble, bitch
I'm with the king of the melodies, run up in this I make him a new felony
Balling so hard 'bouta get us a referee
She give me bread, I'm addicted to memory, yeah
Ice on wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Never broke again, almost shopping at the thrift shop
Bitches used to laugh when I told him I'm a Hip-Hop
Now they give me head, time to wipe off all the lip gloss

[Bridge 2]
But I ain't trippin' bout this shit if they done put me through
N***as switching sides like they life a fuckin' Rubix Cube
I stay with my slimes and we ballin' like the Looney Tunes
If you tryna slide on us, you gon' hear my Uzi shoot
Ride till I die for the game
Tryna feed my fam, give a fuck 'bout the fame
Me and Curly J 'bouta fuck up the game
N***a, we the fuckin' kings put respect on our names
'Cause we up next