[Swizz Beats]

The kings back



[T.I. chorus]

I got that get it get it 

I got that get it what you need

From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need

I got that get it 

I got that get it what you need

From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd



[Chorus 2]

Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch 

Tell and get you know I got It bitch



[Verse 1]

I got my broads if u want em

On the C.O.D please 5 g's

I don't promise but I got good numbers

Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber

Got that guacamole holy moly you don't know me

See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be

Shots so bright I can't see niggas standing right in front of me

These niggas don't want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me

What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me

Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water

Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida

Dope boy trap nigga that's what they call em

Summer time balla when I buy the mall up



[Chorus 1 + 2]



[Verse 2]

Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low

Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo

Shawty aint bullshitin folk he'll be out be here hitting folks

Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo

Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so 

Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so

Long he aint funny he got that long money

Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money

I'm the perfect example of how to hit the ground running

From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting

So you still see me down at the underground stunting 

Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing



[Chorus 1 + 2]



[Verse 3]

I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C

Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me

And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a

Button shot calling niggas not balling

Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging

I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans 

Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat

You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat

Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat

Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat

Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at



[Chorus 1 + 2]