King of the galaxy (Babytronremix) Video (MV)

M.O.B. F.G.O
Beat it down like Mike Jack, like Mike Jack
I beat the road like Mike Jack

The fiends like that, yeah they like that
I took your shit, come get it right back
Get it right back, no you ain't like that
Fire Zatti make you fight back, make you fight back

This a fire pack
You gotta know I got the firebatch
I got the firebatch
I got the firebatch

What the f*ck is that
I think I just seen a opp
Brody spin it back

Get up on him, walk him down
I make him a pack
Niggas tellin' on they crew
Niggas really rash

That nigga was found dead
Who popped him
They actin, who shot him
I don't really even know

You know they stay on Gus
First day out, I served a boat to a big head
A couple lines in my pop, y'all cigarette
Don't try to short me out my money

Cause that shit big
Stay in your lane, lil' nigga, ain't no lane changer
M.O.B, we a family, ain't no gangbanger
F*ck a free bitch, butt naked, got my chains hangin

You better play it safe, cause you would die for all that false claimin
All my niggas dogs, I swear to God, you cannot tame em
I threw some ones in the air, I got the club ringin
I'm about to shark Bill out, then we get to chasin

Get up on em, chase em' down
I'm the youngest in my city, y'all heard pullin' turnarounds
You the type to go party before you make another thought
I gotta move quiet, a lot of niggas movin' loud

No, I ain't rich shit, but I know my momma proud
I ain't for none of that talkin, no, I really walk you down
You gotta know I'm serious, even if I crack a smile
My niggas feedin' for blood, they tryna leave a nigga dead

So I see all my niggas, I heard she ain't real
I taught that bitch to grow up, this ain't Peter Pan
Since a lil' nigga I been knew, I was gon' be the man
My niggas, I heard she ain't real

I taught that bitch to grow up, this ain't Peter Pan
Since a lil' nigga I been knew, I was gon' be the man
Yeah, I stop a guess
Ice on my neck

Levers on froze
These niggas be hoes
You already know
My niggas be stayin' on gold

Put a ring on his peck
I think I fell in love with the pros
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot
I got seven six twos

Boy, don't get eight up
Boy, I'm really in the deal
Don't get scraped up
I used to be broke

On my ass like I'm on paper
Bust down on, waitin' on a nigga to take some
A nigga play with us
Just like Jiffy, he get baked up

Yeah, I just put a four up in my cup
Don't think I'm hot enough
I'm gon' have to pop a pill
Yeah, you know the drill

You spill my cup and you get killed
Five, five, six up out the chop
Oh, you a man of steel
I'm like Jack with the K

Have you ever seen it through
We got real motion
Twenty thousand on your bitch and make her bust it open
You feelin' like I'm Polo G

Cause I know I'm chosen
You can't even shop with me if you ain't got the tokens
Niggas be tellin' on they brothers
Niggas real bogus

I ain't know why I roll up a wood
Just to help me focus
It ain't no controllin' me
I am not my real clue

Two% in the book
I know it's Pac come first
So I be feelin' like I'm Prez
Brody has been punchin' but he ain't never met no Dash

Brody on the race cause he just caught a beat
My niggas stackers have some brooms
We sleepin' niggas off they feet
F*ck keepin' this script

My price too much then you just cheat
I got rappin' all day but I be dumpin' through the week
First of the month, I need my check
Yeah, I just threw my lil' dog a bomb

Watch him fetch
F*ck with some commas, yeah
I ain't with the drama, yeah
I ain't comin' outside this clue

We killin' his mama then
My Obama shit like Osama Bin
Nigga, who is you? You is not my man
F*ck with us, you ain't stand a chance

F*ck with us, you gotta have some bands
I got 50 yards, I'm tryna f*ck
I got 50 yards, I'm tryna kill 50 men
All black, mask down, we tryna hop out Spinner Van

Mixed race, I got white and brown
In that 10, they callin
They speakin' on me, I don't know me a fan
Like Pauly ass nigga, I'ma call him Instagram

Brody still f*ckin' bands, I'm talkin' instant bands