[Swizz Beats]  The kings back    [T.I. chorus]  I got that get it get it   I got that get it what you need  From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need  I got that get it   I got that get it what you need  From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd    [Chorus 2]  Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch   Tell and get you know I got It bitch    [Verse 1]  I got my broads if u want em  On the C.O.D please 5 g’s  I don’t promise but I got good numbers  Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber  Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me  See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be  Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me  These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me  What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me  Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water  Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida  Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em  Summer time balla when I buy the mall up    [Chorus 1 + 2]    [Verse 2]  Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low  Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo  Shawty aint bullshitin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks  Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo  Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so   Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so  Long he aint funny he got that long money  Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money  I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running  From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting  So you still see me down at the underground stunting   Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing    [Chorus 1 + 2]    [Verse 3]  I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C  Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me  And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a  Button shot calling niggas not balling  Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging  I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans   Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat  You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat  Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat  Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat  Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at    [Chorus 1 + 2]