Savantthe9 King Martin - It's Lit

Y’all niggas ride to the same thang. I’m on a plane let da chain hang. Ima check in with the bang bang. Maybe bring the pump wit a drum like I gang bang. Only paper thoughts in my main brain. I don’t trust the law niggas frame thangs different when you black or you brown in the main land. Fuck da hate’n niggas in a suit free da chain gang. Uhh. Told the homies locked da won’t stop that. Only turn to beef when we pop back. Lay a couple down bet they stop that. Nigga got a frown ride around in a du-rag. And I got a bitch wit a boob job. Yeah I like tits nigga why don’t cha huh. You can’t see my glow fuck nigga cause you stupid. I don’t seem to slow I’m making music huh. So let’s go.

Aw Shit damn my nigga you see this you know what I did/ niggas be lying but you really might be lie this they got it on vid/ open the paper my nigga you might wanna read this/ I know what ii is/ another dissertation mental stimulation kitty niggas hating I gotta kill/ I got the heata nigga I gotta chill and having empathy is harder to feel/ when niggas want to gamble on they hide walking out alive never part of the deal/ I bet you now that we even And we still at odds then nigga roll the dice/ but 2 on 1 Niggas owe me life and when you born agin you Niggas owe me twice so Nigga bump this shit

King Martin flying in a raree Hate’n on da drip hoe nigga say sorry. Huh Ima drive fast who saw me. Had a bad bitch Steve Harvey, walking wit a limp like a pimp wit a Barbie. Roll through the set on a blimp true story. Smoked a couple pounds cause we really like to party and I left the house like I’m riding with the army. Uuhhhyahhh
I was born to drive in a fast car.
Living this life as a rockstar.

I’m a just bump tho dump this cum on her cunt lips/ run shit errrtime we tie shoe/ upper cutter like Ryu don’t poke yo chest mua fucka I’ll try you/ I ain’t argue I’m a let ginsu carve you then let the inshu charge you/ boy and I if not then you got burial plot and they gotta bury you shot/ and they gotta carry you out with 6 niggas of fate/1 replace cause this Nigga was late/ hate to feel cause all feeling is hate and everybody neck ain’t willing to break/ but give it a day some time or 2 maybe a tinder a rendezvous/ minding business that ain’t minding you the fire looos u niggas diving thru bump this shittin

Written by:
DAVID LUCAS JR, RODNEY MARTIN

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