King Los – 410 Gang Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh
Ain’t no city light the city on
What nigga
Check it out look

[Hook]
410 410 410
410 410 410
Ain’t no city light the city on
Ain’t no city light the city on
Westside, eastside, southside
Northside niggas in the house like
410 410 410
410 410 410
Now shawty say she love my swag im in my bag (No cap)
Her nigga want some money don’t know how to act (No cap)

[Verse 1]
Okay, niggas looking silly ima prolly get a billi Im a product of the realest really got us with gorillas
Chilling in front of the building with my niggas in the jects
Lil nigga from the west getting figures in them checks like
Please don’t kill my vibe fuck up my day, yeah
Bullshit to the side fuck out my way, yeah
I hear them talk shit but thats okay
I just made another play a hundred k, yeah
Im from the town, Baltimore city they lay niggas down
I put it down, don’t fuck with no clown
They pushing that white or they flipping that brown no slipping lil nigga be gripping that ground
Convincing me take a lil trip through the town and I hold you down when you get to the

[Hook]
410 410 410
410 410 410
Ain’t no city light the city on
Ain’t no city light the city on
Westside, eastside, southside
Northside niggas in the house like
410 410 410
410 410 410
Now shawty say she love my swag im in my bag (No Cap)
Her nigga want some money don’t know how to act (No cap)

[Verse 2]
Im live and im from the side where they ride or die
A lot of niggas down to spy by the product I
Birthed a lot of niggas, served a lot of niggas
Hurt a lot of niggas, brutalized a nigga, murder lot of niggas
Ooh, I been a good king no cosign
I ain’t never heard no flow like mine
Niggas know I run this shit (On time)
Niggas know I run this bitch (On time)
Ooh keep it cool sure don’t crash slip uh
Chopper hit a nigga make him backflip yeah
I rap for the niggas never had shit ooh
Flew to the city got it back lit ooh
I reached out to every nigga that was building I slid in the dm’s that last made a killing and thats just the greatest muhfuckin feelin
Like hoppin in rarris and dropping the ceiling
Or being from nothing and clocking a million thats gangsta thats gangsta thats gangsta lets get it lets get it
This shit is a banger lets get it make a hundred million and come back and split with a

[Hook]
410 410 410
410 410 410
Ain’t no city light the city on
Ain’t no city light the city on
Westside, eastside, southside
Northside niggas in the house like
410 410 410
410 410 410
Now shawty say she love my swag im in my bag (No Cap)
Her nigga want some money don’t know how to act (No cap)

King Los – Dope Dealer Lyrics

[Hook: King Los]
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
Ride a dick like a four wheeler
Lames, oh no, she don’t feel ’em
Never ever ever fuck a broke nigga
You gon’ feel it in your head soon
Brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
She used to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
You gon’ feel it in your head soon
Brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
She used to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
Baby girl call me

[Verse 1: King Los]
Doctor Zaddy
She said it feel like she popped a Xanny
No need to panic, I got the addy
Pop up on you in real life and drop them the panties (burr)
All you gotta do is hit the number
Let the thing leak and now she say she need a plumber
Get you in the bedroom and hit you with the stunner
Got you walking like your booty got big for the summer
She say the dope did give her trap eyes
You probably need a needle on your backside (true)
You probably need a extra shot to act right (yeah)
You probably got too high last night (night)
I hit her with the (ooh) like that’s right
Come get a taste of the fast life (come)
Your last hit’ll never be the last time (go)
Anytime you need to hit the trap line

[Bridge: King Los]
Hit me on the trap line
Mama going through them bad [??]
Fuck boy on the trap side
Mama, come and get the sack right
Give a fuck about last night
Live for the moment
Haters gon’ yap about somethin’
They just probably mad ’cause the trap house jumpin’
She just hit me up and I give her real game
Even though she knew my real name

[Hook: King Los]
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
Ride a dick like a four wheeler
Lames, oh no, she don’t feel ’em
Never ever ever fuck a broke nigga
You gon’ feel it in your head soon
Brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
She used to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
You gon’ feel it in your head soon
Brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
She used to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
Baby girl call me dope dealer

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Hit it, pass it to my bro quick
I be on the kush but always fuck her good, tell her do it slow motion
Flying private, they ain’t coach, get this nigga and make her do the most important
All them shots, I’m finna do a toast
I’m in another state, I’m on another coast
They ain’t in the gang and they ain’t coming close
All of my bitches fuck bitches
All of my niggas get riches
Girl, we don’t fuck with no police
So, why you taking them pictures
Pouring out shots of that liqour
Get a bad bitch, she gon’ lick her
Come to my crib, I’m gon’ sneak her
Give her that dick, she sum quicker
Niggas keep talking that jealous shit, but I’m on a private airplane
Give her dick from the back, fuck her good while I pulling her hair
I get that money, smoke weed and don’t care
Count the bad bitches, fool, I got a pair
We pull and walk and they stop and they stare
When I hit the block, drop the top like a [??]

[Hook: King Los ]
Baby girl, call me dope dealer
Ride a dick like a four wheeler
Lames, oh no, she don’t feel ’em
Never ever ever fuck a broke nigga
You gon’ feel it in your head soon
Brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
She used to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
Baby girl, call me dope dealer

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
You want this?
You gotta pay the plug
And matter of fact, I might not be that nigga, but I, i know that nigga
So, let me introduce you to him
You heard
Young Khalifa
Taylor Gang
Young Los, King Los
Bitch
*Wiz Khalifa laugh*

King Los – Without Me Lyrics

King Los – Without Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, how you gonna do this s**t without me?

[Hook/Chorus]
How you gon’ do this s**t without me? (x4)
Study all my s**t and pretend you forgot about me (x2)

[Verse 1]
Ring around the rosy, roundhouses and Ronda Rousey
N****s try to kick it this wicked, but don’t arouse me
That s**t be making me drowsy, all your s**t be making me drown
Bandannas and army jackets and they attacking us
Packed the blades and suited for war, ain’t no slacking up
Beyonce say formal formation, so I back her up
But this beyond say and formation it’s time to back it up
They want n****s back on the bull, we tell ’em pack me up
My son is Ethiopian, baby mama from Africa
Who to stop a n***a now? They need a miracle
The frequency too high, this s**t is really getting spiritual
Yeah we all sinners but you ought to repent
That’s why I bend all your orders and I ordered the Bent
They don’t want me to soar, but that sword in my strength
Ready for war, flow filthy like the water in Flint
Shine like the sun ’cause I’m from that
Flow like the river, pardon my pun (net?)
Was Pun’s last name and the son’s Chris
If orange the new black then I’m Sunkist
Dumb rich, gold in my blood on some stunt s**t
One fist, high in the sky rise above s**t
Tough s**t, I’ve been through it, been through enough s**t
All my homies push that bass like when the drum hit

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[Hook/Chorus]
How you gon’ do this s**t without me? (x3)
Study all my s**t then pretend you forgot about me (x3)

[Verse 2]
They say I thug too hard, that’s how you made me
‘Cause when I love too hard, that’s how you slave me
And (God puts the gorgeous pun I ?)
And you thought the b******t gon’ slide
I’m giving out courses on fly
Your boy sit on horses and ride
Royces with oysters on wrists in Paris
I hope that these carrots is good for your eyes
A n***a Ja real
Yeah I pioneer ’cause I use my (pie meal?)
Just to block you n****s, run seventy-nine drills
And find a way to hate you but never could find chill
Every line filled with landmines, every time ill
And b*****s be chasing me like the ’79 bill
Cosby, (artly?) we all sleep, aren’t we?

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[Bridge]
Raised up in the ghetto
Faced the matrix in Gepetto
Taught to take s**t and we settle
Too complacent, hit the pedal
Push that gas in the race for the race
Bring love back in the place of the hate
Don’t like us, then you make a mistake
We whipping up pies an’ we making a cake
To make a deposit to take to the bank
But I don’t need money, I’m rich in my soul
F**k all of my garments, I’m switching my clothes
To the robe of a king, the throne, the ring and the crown
Get thrown in a ring in a crowd
I know you’re here for dinner, ain’t prepared for winter
Rise up out and ride around unpolished
Pop my collars
Dropped out of college, got my knowledge in my (talks?)

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[Outro]
How you gon’ do this s**t without me? (x3)
Study all my s**t then pretend you forgot about me (x3)
How you gon’?

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