J.V.C. King

Hah
 Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
 Just came home shit bitch
 Fresh out the county, yuh
 Wanted for bounty, yuh
 Yuh, Hah, Hah, Hah
 Ha, Solo!
 This for the hatin' ass niggas that want me to cease
 Cuz I been the king of B3 (B3!)
 Behind my back
 They speak with aggression but won't say a word when they step up to me (Nah nah)
 They want me to crash so I'm tryna crash
 My family and lawyer want me to be free (Skrt)
 Collect calls to my manager
 I'm screamin' "These niggas ain't respectin' a G" (What the fuck?)
 He sayin' "Cool out and just wait and see you'll be out in a couple months, you see
 It's easy to say but I know you're a soldier
 The battle'll be over don't let 'em defeat
 You should've just listened to Mickey and turned yourself in
 When you had a change my G (You should've)
 You don't wanna hear it so you kept it one thousand with me
 So I'ma be G to a G" (Here we go)
 Then remember that 'G' for Gorilla
 When I get out I got back to the skrilla
 I was raised by lions and killers
 In the heart of Broward County
 Where you hit 'em with the county
 Then you flood up your mouth with some pillas
 Then you go load up, cop a C-V
 Glease a BB with a brand new villa
 Like Future screamin' "Who more realer?"
 Lightskin baby, vanilla
 That shit wasn't easy but I made it look easy
 I put in overtime no Tiller
 Told my baby we ain't fuck in so long
 When I get another chance that I'm finna kill her
 Don't run up on me, all these niggas know me
 You know that I'm a killer
 Like Future screamin' "Who more realer?"
 I just been ballin'
 No I ain't fallin'
 Feel like the referee the way I'm callin'
 All of these shots and all of these plays
 13 in my rocket, call me James Harden
 I'm hittin' these licks
 I'm doin' it quick
 From Sunrise all the way to the Gardens
 They callin' me wreckless, they sayin' that I'm bad
 But say it again, I ain't hear it - pardon
 McCarthy want 10 and Siegel want 10
 But say it again, I ain't hear it - pardon
 Double S with me, the gang is all with me
 We stay with them drums, you would think we marchin'
 You play with them bullets, get left on your ass
 The game is not free Lil bitch it's chargin'
 You play with them 30s', we'll send you 150
 We just gave 'em buck 50 for the free no charging
 This for the hatin' ass niggas that want me to cease
 Cuz I been the king of B3 (B3!)
 Behind my back
 They speak with aggression but won't say a word when they step up to me (Nah nah)
 They want me to crash so I'm tryna crash
 My family and lawyer want me to be free (Skrt)
 Collect calls to my manager
 I'm screamin' "These niggas ain't respectin' a G" (What the fuck?)
 He sayin' "Cool out and just wait and see you'll be out in a couple months, you see
 It's easy to say but I know you're a soldier
 The battle'll be over don't let 'em defeat
 You should've just listened to Mickey and turned yourself in
 When you had a change my G (You should've)
 You don't wanna hear it so you kept it one thousand with me
 So I'ma be G to a G" (Here we go)
 Yuh
 Fettucinne Volume 3 comin' out soon man
 Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
 Solo!