Kirk Hill - Lord.REGGIE.Queen.KHYIA lyrics

[Verse 1] Got so many n***as on my sh** list But I got so many n***as Got so many b**hes off my hit list Cause I already hit it I know my presence is a blessing, do it look like I'm stressing? Do it look like we stressing you? Not man enough to even really look in my direction I ain't apply pressure, I ain't even pressing you I'm Lord Reggie, that's queen Khyia Better bow down, homie keep quiet Uh That goes for you hoes too Uh Watch your mouth, watch a pro move Uh The first Novocaine was about not fitting in homie, I was so angry Uh This one is strictly bout getting spins, cause I'm so wavy Hold up Max B homie, shawty put the max speed on me In the back seat on me, yeah, back seat moaning On the black street, and it last till the morning Morning moaning got you hotter than the sun don't it? It's a crime how I rock Time is money, but I ain't spend a dime on the watch Um Piss poor from the start And I'm still grinding Never had piss for a pot Um I wasn't raised by the streets But I ate with them Uh I was caged with the beasts So I rage with them Boy is you stupid I was trained by the Buddhist Move in silence which explains my obsession with Judas Silver spoons and two lips I take both to the grave, I crave pleasure past the pulpit [Hook-Kirk Hill] What ya gon do? Tell me what ya gon' do Tell me what ya gon' do How ya gon' eat? Tell me how ya gon eat Tell me how ya gon eat When we run up on you? When we run up on you When we run up on you? How ya gon sleep? Tell me how ya gon sleep Tell me how ya gon sleep [Verse 2] Let's talk about proof Let's talk about proof My team did numbers While yo team flopped My dude, let's talk about you Let's talk about how ever since we started this here we been the only truth We been the truth Ya want competition, but we can't compete with you That's competing to lose, be cool Uh Sing ain't lie I done came through your set and set the roof on fire That's why real cats respect me and ya cats want beef Cause they know that's the only way we ever gon speak Please Get your gat and run that at me Like my performance is boring, you will not clap at me (Clap, clap) Ya turn from gangster to athlete When I come with no snub, ya run like track meets, uh (Clap, clap) Uh Never will I lose Cause even in defeat I rearrange these rules Uh Canvas parlay these fools And turn nothing to something like we coming to lose Like my whole crew, if we coming you lose Like your broads panties boy, they coming too loose Really? I'll make your mind feel me 'fore the 9 peel me Can't deny the grind, like I'm bout to pop a wheelie These Jokers is silly, you hardly him, you Harley Quin That's why you hardly on, you hardly win Can i k** ya'll and escape the pen? Watch the plot thicken my brother it all depends Now pop pop, you hear the sneak shots? Sneak dissin' getting sleek with it Yeah yeah, now we all get it Uh No time for the hittin' Like Fame said we ain't got time for these b**hes [Hook]