.Sloppy Hitta - King Louie

Talking to my car, I tell it change the station

Niggas ain’t get rid of me, they mad, they pacing

Smoking out the pound, we don’t pass, we face it

I just bought my Yeezys, I don’t have to lace ‘em

These niggas ain’t killers, they some silly bitches

Shot me seven times and still ain’t kill me bitches?

Wait, turn this shit up, I know you feel me bitches

I told god if I survive I’m gon' buck up

Ay DJ Shon, I got you, you gon' turn the club up

Selena told me don’t give up, they need you brother

I fuck with crackers, dealers, drilllers, them my brothers

I’m so glad my mom and dad didn’t use a rubber

Bout to fuck a check up, call that unprotected sex, Tony resurrect

Hot body, Tony god body, got your broad

Streets mine, fuck your peace sign, keep your piece nine

Bulletproof, Teflon Don, tell ‘em keep tryin'

Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga

You are not a killer

All them faggots, they need target practice

Can’t give god a casket

Seven times, shot me seven times

I ain’t good at dying

I know they mad, Tony’s toe ain’t tagged

Time to check a bag

Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed

Now I’m better bitch

Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it

Now I’m better bitch

Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed

Now I’m better bitch

Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it

Now I’m better bitch

So real they can’t feel me, suckers can’t kill me

All of y’all broke ass need to be healing

All I do is get money, fuck bitches

Got shot a few times, I ain’t need no stitches

Police asking questions, bitch we ain’t no snitches

Tried to wrap a nigga up but I still seen Christmas

And I still seen my b-day, 27 was a g-day

Slowed me down, slight delay

Angels with me every day

Niggas hate, I just be great

Still I rise, sun on new day

Can’t hide, peek-a-boo, hey!

All black bouquet

New MAC, new K

Shoot scenes, Blu-Ray

Shawties go too cray

Do whatever Lou say

Shots of the D’usse

Toast to my new ways

Chiraq is bullshit

Wake up, school days

4AM, move days

They tried to take me out but they didn’t

Goofy, I got something to say

Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga

You are not a killer

All them faggots, they need target practice

Can’t give god a casket

Seven times, shot me seven times

I ain’t good at dying

I know they mad, Tony’s toe ain’t tagged

Time to check a bag

Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed

Now I’m better bitch

Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it

Now I’m better bitch

Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed

Now I’m better bitch

Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it

Now I’m better bitch