KING

In a foreign whip like bring that down
I am the king of that crown
On my head, bad bitch in my bed
Get the bread
Get the cred
I kill it, Judge Dread
Touch bread
Touch wood [x2]

Killer killer murderer
They ain't really heard of us
We about to change that
Big booty turn around
Make it clap, make it drop
Make her feel good
Billy bob, feel like pac
Get the liquor, fill it up
From the bottom, live it up
Get the city, lift it up
Put it on my shoulders
I don't really give a fuck
Roll up With a Crowbar
Crack em in the dome, bruh
See the brains pour out
Homie I'm a psycho
Like a cult leader
Turning doubters To disciples
Yo, I bring the heat
Setting fire to the rivals
Drinking spirits for my inner demons
Priests with 'em bibles
Exorcists, percocets
Sipping on that purple shit
On that beef burger shit
Nine millie burner shit
Jack the Ripper Murder shit

King flex kiss the feet
Bitches they was dissing me
Now they wanna lick the D
Real recognize real that is why they click with me
Going to the top, lil bitch better stick With me
I be in the kitchen, I be Whipping
Got that recipe
Bad bitch stripping and she pop It
She don't miss a beat

In a foreign whip like bring that down
I am the king of that crown
On my head, bad bitch in my bed
Get the bread
Get the cred
I kill it, Judge Dread
Touch bread
Touch wood [x2]

I don't play the shit is deep
They had thoughts but didn't Speak
Imma be their voice now
My veins full poison
My brains full of voices
Got saved by the choices
The realest they rejoicing
Like one of us did it, but the haters they offended
Bitch reality I bend it
I'm the truth they pretending
Yo the clip be extended
All the doubting let me end it
Get the money then I spend it
Yo I do it cause I love it
They just do it cause it's trending
Get blood on that Gucci
Bullet holes in the Fendi
Yo the squad they be with it
And the family it be blended
And the candles they scented
Imma light em on the grave
Representing for the brave
For the dreamers, what they gave
We be storming through the gates
Tell the soldiers engage
Tell 'em shoot to kill
It's that pimp flex homie
In a Coupe De Ville
This is what I do
Y'all look what it took to build
All of this here they don't got no idea
I'm the light To the deer
Imma ride, fuck the fear
In the dark, seeing clear
Hanging from the chandelier, on my Sia
Get the good, IKEA
Get the pipe like yeah
Make my timeline cheer
I write that beer
I Spit that crack
I flick that back
And I drink that down
In a foreign whip like

In a foreign whip like bring that down
I am the king of that crown
On my head, bad bitch in my bed
Get the bread
Get the cred
I kill it, Judge Dread
Touch bread
Touch wood [x2]