King Shit

Oh this a hit nigga

With no words on it

I got on two chains but

No I ain't Tity Boi

I'm dream chasin'

But I ain't from Philly boy

Bitch bad and she said that I can get it boy

This a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boy

My flow on range

My swag’s insane

And my campaign on ten

I like the bitch

She down to fuck

But I'm really into her friend

House up on the hill

Got it off of cocaine

Aventador Lamborghini

Condo off of Biscayne

Bitch I'm in my lane

Fresh as hell no stains

Robert jeans with the stones

Giuseppe man’s my chain

I’m different I was built for this

My bitch only rock Tiffany

You rat you’ll sing a symphony and

I’m back city been missing me

My watch silly my clock ignorant and

I'm the king of my city

I'm banned up and I ain't in a band

But my flow just like an instrument

Bass feel that yellow tape of the trizack

Hating is a disease pussy where they do that

L A Reid cut the check for me

King shit and you know what it is

Shawty smell like a pound of that loud

But a nigga look like a hundred mill

But I drive Ferrari fuck the motherfuckin dealer

Pay 10 million for a mansion

That worth more than your opinion

I got racks all in my cargo pants

Standard clip with that hollow man

Yo' bitch ass

If yo bitch bad she get fucked fast

Ain’t no romance

My diamond dancing in 3D nigga

Like a bank strip when you see me nigga

Your money wrong and my money long

And I'm playing with it like PE nigga

Real nigga no joke

Don’t think there nigga no ho

I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum

In the carpet up under my car

And nigga I don’t wanna smoke your weed

Plain gas the only thing I smoke

And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead

Shawty they taught me everything I know

I do whip it

Who could care to dip it

Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city

Really we bout that action you try us and we blastin'

We turnt to the max that’s a motherfucking fact

I'm a real nigga

Fuck these rappers

Door up doors down

When I’m in the club

Bitch it's going down

Shawty think it fucked hand down

Hands up pants down

Down down shawty fuckin head down

I see my phone blowing up

I know it’s going down

Once I busted at the rapper

Then it hit the town

Check the numbers in the city

Boy it going down

This that dope boy academy

Them three letters been after me,(Who )

The F B I ever catchin me

My family my witness a tragedy

Shorty open her legs up happily

I ball hard like an athlete

Young black nigga in a big white phantom

Nigga I look like a referee nigga

They blowing the whistle they telling

I do the clam I'm chilling

This bitch turned up making rain

When I'm in the club you yellin

They talk about these Bentley's that Im gettin on the daily

One feet in the game and one feet out

Swear I barely made it

I'ma real nigga till the death of me

Never sing a song like a parakeet

50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee

I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinx trunk

Standing in the kitchen nigga

Trying to build a brick up uh