AMilli

Top Dawg Money GANG

Owwww Dave I see you now see me

Look I Say I'm a millionaire

I'm a Top Dawg millia no let me just come in unorthodox

I order plenty ammunition for the enemies that I got

I'm the King I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott

Bet I pop like a boy band I'm annoying to rappers

Guess I'm poison to rappers front on me get bent backwards

Stepping on 'em like a Kappa

Cap and gown graduated with my Masters

So where do I go now

Swear there is none after

I'm the bishop I'm the pastor I'm the god MC

And you don't want to get caught in the rapture

I would probably burn your whole colony

Chew you up then spit you out

Your nothing but a Polla Seed

Follow hood policies

Compton California where the motherf**kin' riders be

You never seen a killer til you seen one on side of me

That green on the side of me

F**kin' all about my f**kin' money like Assadomy

F**k them b***hes properly

I do it

I do it done it run it like I grown legs by the hundreds

My pocket full of hundreds I'm always hungry

Been hungry I think a n***a need three stomachs

Bummy NEVER

Middle of a conversation I cough up a feather

And get ready for the detonation

I bomber whoever

Whatever you bout I'm bout it twice like a woman who give twins life

I steered right through your fan base every time

Tapping your demographic like I was Gregory Hines

Every line be tailor made hella paid count that money several ways

I'm a beast f**k a mansion I rather live in a cave

Sasquatch is back but what y'all really didn't know is I sasquatch can rap

Motherf**ker I'm iller

Ok I squeeze the juice out a rapper and just squash this track

The people like What the f**k happened and where Wayne be at

There's some boy named K Dot and he's a maniac

I think his vocals is strapped with a toolie in fact

He spit like a Uzi *Rat-Tat-Tat*

He just shot me in my back somebody pick up my back

I think that boy from Iraq I think y'all boys better know that

He got it on lock like a Low Jack

Heading straight for the top like a ball cap

Y'all better fall back y'all better crawl back where ya'll came from

Ain't one better than the one who can write like Langston Hughes from the brain off top

Like a bottle dude get a hollow where you swallow food

Get a model bet she swallow who Me

Bet she goggle like a scuba diver eyes in the sea

Recognize who I be K. Dot motherf**ker

Dot motherf**ker hot motherf**ker drop top when ya popped with the Glock

On your side motherf**ker side motherf**ker ride motherf**ker die motherf**ker

When I go pop pop

Open up close shop like a retail spot

Everybody know I be where the money lie eat where the money lie s**t where the money lie sleep where the money lie

B***h that's no lie let the truth be told

K Dizzle the Big Sizzle turn beats to stoves burn up