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23trae - king of lo lyrics

[intro]
(dt beats)
yeah, all you n+ggas pickin’ sides
hop on tracks and then you lie
go ask dt, i make it live
drench poured another line, now he talkin’ ’bout homicide
and if i pop out with the guys, i swear to god, you n+ggas hide

[chorus]
if i pop up to the show, got a bad b+tch on my side
if i pull up on your b+tch, yeah, the black truck wait outside
yeah, that b+tch was swipin’ up on me, but i did not reply
and that ho was tryna f+ck on me ain’t even have to try
puttin’ london on the map, the pressure been applied
or should i hop inside that whip, i’m tryna go provide
or should i hop inside the booth, you know i can’t decide
i knew that she was into ones, she lied right to my eyes
(she lied right to my eyes)

[verse]
everybody tryna trap, everybody tryna crash, all i wanna do is rap
never cuff a b+tch, yeah, i’m blockin’ her after i tap
never trust a b+tch ’cause they’ll f+ck you over in a flash
if she break into my phone, i’m tellin’ her “that’s not my snap”
everyday you spend on stupid sh+t, you’ll never get it back
yeah, i’m spendin’ h+lla cash ’cause i make it h+lla fast
and if i hop up on the beat, i never walk, i do the dash
all you n+ggas lyin’ to yourself when you say you smoke gas
all you n+ggas lyin’ to yourself when you say that i’m ass
yeah, i pass a b+tch, pass a b+tch to you like we play catch
and then i pass the stick, pass the stick like pencils up in class
drop a couple racks up on the ground, king of lo, got the crown
phone on dnd so when you call me, i don’t hear no sounds
hit my snap, i’m out of bound, get the counter, i can’t can’t count
drop that sh+t up in your face, you know who i have been around
escalade and it’s all black, now i gotta double back
free all my bros up in the bin, they wasn’t cookin’ crack
innocent until you’re proven guilty, you know that’s a fact
honestly i think like half the city smokin’ on some [?]
[chorus]
if i pop up to the show, got a bad b+tch on my side
if i pull up on your b+tch, yeah, the black truck wait outside
yeah, that b+tch was swipin’ up on me, but i did not reply
and that ho was tryna f+ck on me ain’t even have to try
puttin’ london on the map, the pressure been applied
or should i hop inside that whip, i’m tryna go provide
or should i hop inside the booth, you know i can’t decide
i knew that she was into ones, she lied right to my eyes

- 23trae lyrics

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