God & King - Chi Hoover, King Louie

Popping bottles, popping pills, popping bitch ass niggas

Bitches popping pussy, block popping, that bitch busting

Big things popping, all type of shit going here

Tony just was s’posed to choke the CEO

No I’m not a ghost but they can’t see me though, no

I grew up finessing, selling dummy coke and blow

Operation goon or what we call it, zero

I be with the goonies and the goblins, Halloween

I been getting my own dirty dollars since I was 16

On my mama, I was fucking bitches twice my age when I was 16

Catch you lacking and that 45 start to spin, the hollow 16

Put this in your body, you like, how does this

Fuck niggas get put in jail, turn to

I prefer to beat that good pussy, not in the beamer

They’ll shoot you in your face for me, I’m the god and the king

I ride dolo, squad ain’t a thing

Chains on my collar, diamonds and rings

How much,, chalk up your team

Give you niggas halos, I’m god and the king

I was rolling, hard nigga, god and the king

Pull up flexing every day, I’m the god and the king

Oh lord the old man, god and the king

All of these bitches over me cause I’m the god and the king

I don’t love these bitches, I just love my dollars, my partners

I can make the stupid sack off iPhones and charters

Fuck and give your bitch back, mamas and daughters

Nigga we was 17, riding fiftys

was the right size, but my feet hurt

All I ever wanted was a Jeep and a beeper

Last night I fucked your bitch, call that one night a keeper

When them bullets hit him up, look like son had a seizure

I’m not gonna give it up, you know the procedure

I be sipping Jack and honey, with my honey

Every day of the week for me’s a money Monday

My niggas don’t give a fuck, make your day on a Sunday