Club King (Chopnotslop Remix)

作曲：Wesley Eric Weston Jr.

From raw papers to shine papers i'm lit nine

I need eighty five cages to spit

Nine i need suicide doors just to close up

I came through and then i ain't with the doors

I poured up in the hardest

Cash froze up

I'mmight be tipping on four so put your toes up

I might be puffing on cookies go get your bows up

My bottle's gold bro

No i don't know **

They say it's texas you gotta respect it

Cause me in the streets we got a connection

Don't ever play yourself i'm not tryna blend in

And i'm laying down every goon you send in

But nine i had the mind of a jag

Now i'm six for two with the mind of a mind

Engineering to you in the spines

We the ones with the power

The rose came with umbrellas it's gonna be a money

Show

That right

Soon as i step in the club oh oh oh

So show me nothing but love

Oh oh oh

Hell head and show me my spot

Oh oh oh

We finna smoke this club out

Oh

Now picks a country on the globe and we can check there

Blow my heart baby you can get left there

I'm on every single thing on your body fate your body

Nice but you don't have a model

I rolling cookies like burner

I'm a wood grain turner

You a knock knock turn them you a pop gun kernel

I'm addicted to profits i take trips and the traffics

My chick got it hopping and we just stick to the lodge

Lose all that's all in my dresser

Don't you give us no lecture

Why you acting out extra that's the reason i left you

I'mma pool damn daddy take two hits of this fan

And i don't double they no more

Because these women began youtube

Boogie you on christian sushi

We ain't vibing like that

You knowmy very next line baby i'll be right back

This one wants to rock

This one wants some wax and this one tryna charge

I'm a peeling as i step in the club

Whoa whoa

So show me nothing but love

Whoa whoa

Head and show me my spot

Whoa whoa

We finna smoke this club out