Hey, check this out.

This T-Line ain't there right now, but leave a motherfucking message and I'll get back with you.

Peace.

No shot, body rock.

Come on, everybody get ready to rock.

Cocktail.

We're recording now, aren't we?

Oh, oh.

It's so rough.

The last big ball of standing King T. Loco.

Simply down in Hennessy while others snort coke.

Just trying to live my life like a G supposed to.

Mashing something brand new, breaking off the Kona.

I went another route, so many claiming killer.

And ballin's what it's all about, getting all the strilla.

All these haters in the world wanna try to build ya So if you're strapped at all costs, playboy, I feel ya

I've been around the world through every hood soaping.

Young G's just drowning in the game soaking.

Huffing hydro, trying to hold it in, but choking.

Steady loking, not too many plans spoken.

Never let your left know what your right hand got.

Playing Rufus, staying on top.

The hustle don't stop.

And some of y'all can't get enough.

But your homie King T's here to put you up.

The gang's rough.

That's right.

You could get some.

you need some.

But if you take some, you better leave some.

It's Rob.

You can kiss him when you need some.

Part two of the game deals with the ladies and stick their ass out when they see my big Mercedes.

Oh, you can ride.

And I'm going to turn you out, baby.

Have you dancing at the coast.

Looking crazy.

But some fellas fall victim to your player clutch.

Got your fingers full of ice.

Ain't never fucked.

And I ain't.

Had to like, fight, and tussle.

And like that nigga Jay-Z, I can't, I can hustle.

Still ain't no leeway.

We play for kicks.

Pizza.

Hookups thinking we gon' ease up.

Eat these up.

Busters.

Said I'm doing bad.

Cause I don't need

Now they mad.

The bigger figures next time.

Call me.

We collecting.

Check from bottom to top.

All I got for them is some chisholm and I blow pop.

Cause behind my zippers.

Where I'm keeping what they puff.

Maximizing in the aftermath.

Making it rock.

That's right.

You can get some when you need some.

That's why.

But if you take some, you better leave some.

It's my lucky song, lucky song.

That's right.

If you take some, you better leave some.

For sure, I lace the funk up like a fiend.

Uncut.

Throw it on the triple fiend.

It's on hump.

Walking, trying to make my green.

Battle cat, play your hand low, and I'm the king.

Oh, wait, excuse me, King T, I'm like your favorite fan.

And that record actor fool was like my favorite jam.

Not Taraja Bozak, but Ressa Hunzak.

T, use a cold mask.

Play it, and you know that it's real.

Yeah, look, it's a soldier.

Try to lock in everything that a nigga told you.

Stay sucker free.

Come and fuck with me.

I'll show you.

Own doves with that big V12 loader.

Show none.

Home of your soul and full bloom.

Conversation straight from the throne.

And all my niggas is rich.

Roll thick and live plush.

And we never take these streets with granite cuffs.

The game's rough.

That's right.

You can get some when you need some.

What if you take some, you better eat some

It's fun.

You can get some when you need some.

That's right If you take some, you better have some

What?

Oh.

Baa.

Baa.

Surprise!

It's rough, so rough.

I'll be there.

It's Rob.

I'll hear it's Rob.

Out there, it's wild.

What's up?

A side that's right.

Westside Westside.

And I have the door signs.