Showtime Lord Talent (Ft. King Los)

[Intro: King Los]
Tell them niggas how my life [?]
(Showtime)
(Showtime)
(Showtime)
[?]
Haha, King
(Showtime)
King, hahahaha
(Showtime)
It's- it's-
(Showtime)
Okay, hold up

[Verse: King Los]
I told her drop it like a verse (mhm)
Pop it like a perc (mhm)
I told her chop it like my drop
Chevy ride and dropping
Drop the top and probably
Try to climb inside it (hold up, hold up)
Tell your man to his face he' hella' soft
I like a waist so Halle Berry
If that ass on [?]
We' goin' have to do this every motherfucking summer
Pop and drop it for a nigga then we really getting to it
I walk up in that bitch and throw a pocket full of hundreds
Got the stripper stripping like "That nigga' really 'bout to do it!"
Getting money, nigga everyday' showtime
Got a pro grind, I don't ever need a cosign
Every minute go-time, when a nigga go'
He goin' really go to that taking bitches and a whole nine
You pour four, we pour nine
Look how we roll now
No longer broke, my nigga
Just get to that dough now
Woah now
That Codeine and [?] got everything about to slow down
My whole town
Know that I'm reppin'
I keep it together
Don't step in the shit that I hold down
Just like the gravity, nigga
I get money actually, nigga
I take shit, no asking these niggas
These niggas be stuck and they' stagnant
I'm passing, I'm lapping these niggas
The hood gave me passion, my nigga (whoo)
Rich, ain't no bragging my nigga
Take a picture, tag a nigga
We 'bout that action, my nigga
By a cookie, cut it, chop it, whoop then flip it
Put it on the block and stack it, my nigga
When you reach my bracket, my nigga it's