What Kinda King I Smell P#ssy

Nigga you a pussy

What kinda king do the birthday bash

In the middle of the summer with some fucking leather pants?

What kinda nigga skeet in a slut bitch, that every rapper hit

Sucks everybody dick?

What kinda king try to spark a beef

Then apologize for it on national TV?

Yo best homeboy tryna be so hard

I'm a grown ass man, you a lil bitty boy

What street nigga wears three piece suits

With cuff-link ties and double back shoes

Say it aint so, naw say it ain't true

Bitch nigga I be on bankhead more than you do

I'm a east Atlanta hardhead, respect my crew

And respect my grind, cause I gotta eat too

Say you got a clique of fools?

All my goons well paid, I'm a so icy boss

All my souljas well-trained

What kinda nigga post 100,000 bail

The same day his album dropped man they let him out his cell

What kinda nigga don't need no deal

No money no car just to show he real

What kinda nigga is you

You lil lizard? Slither juniors AKA the monkey in the middle

T-I-P tell T.I. to step it up a little cause the boys too little and his bones too brittle

Biatch, say it just like Short

The boy complexed cause he's so short

Got a pot, got a fork?

Got some back up in New York?

I'm a so icy judge pussy let's hold court

The king wanna battle me, pussy wanna handle me

Schizofrenic child with a split personality

T.I. will you please tell Tip, I got a new 40 with a 30 round clip

You see em and he move, gon and shoot em out the whip

Tryin to spark rap beef? That's how people get killed

Gucci bigger than him the fight's not fair

We can start it over here but we can end it over there

I'm in Magic City shawty see me swingin a chair, yeah

It's Gucci Mane La Flare

Up in Magic City shawty see me swingin a chair, yeah

It's some pussies over there (Gucci)