BATTLE RAP Chris King (Ft. Mak Sauce)

[Intro: Chris King]
Ooh, yeah, hold up

[Chorus: Chris King]
2 Percocets and I activate
I attract money, the money it gravitate
My trap is jumping from Monday to Saturday
Booming Like 4th of July
We don't fuck with the cops
And my eyes are too low when I navigate
Make a film with your bitch surely you mad today
You niggas broke and that's just what the data say
Serving this white girl I call her [?]
Stuffing this gun in the seat of a Cadillac
We clutching choppas, we don't do the battle rap
I get so high I could kick down a satellite
She give me head with no condom imagine that

[Verse 1: Mak Sauce]
I had to cop me a 223
I done copped me a Glock but it came with [?] beam
Mariah the chopper, I pop it sing
I had to [?] P
I don't really [?] carey no [?]
[?]
Pull up to the spot [?]
Them niggas gon' die when we link
Nut in her pussy, it's pretty and pink
Scrape out the pot, till it's squeaky and clean
[?] didn't want to go to school
Fuck it, pop me a hundred [?]
[?] with the lean
[?] fuck is a G
Send me a 3, let it go for the P
[?] I ain't passing out [?] for the [?]