King of the Hill

[Verse 1]
I took a trip to the bank
I had to make a deposit
Europe I'm smoking the dank
I keep a zip in the closet
You cannot copy the wave
Meese Gang when you see me
I put a beat in the grave
All these niggas wanna be me
Touchdown like I’m Beckham
Bitch I really call the shots
I ain't hitting she a 7
Niggas thinking that we friendly
But we really not
Shit got me bugging
I gotta stay in my lane
She look like Benjamin Button
Fuck out my way
Look at how far we done came
Pass the Moët and I'm chugging
Straight to the face

[Chorus]
Ooh yeah she got a back
I wanna hit make that thing go dah dah dah
Yeah, I’m on the map
Gold on my neck and my link like sha ba ba
Yeah, don't gotta pack
My niggas upping them fists like fah fah fah
Yeah, we got it stacked
Now we don't know how to act

[Verse 2]
London the backdrop
Niggas in Piccadilly in the shops
She got a ass shot
But if I hit it will it really pop
Strictly for my niggas like I'm Pac
I got a bad bitch and she cool widdit
Nigga getting money like The Rock
I'm talking game plan and the tooth fairy
Fuck all that cap (Keep it a stack)
You niggas is haters you bitches is broke
500 thousand will click on your pic
But looking at your credit score is a joke
What are you doing? (Fuckin that bih)
I'm on vacation I'll see you in June
She coming too (All on my dih)
Not to Jamaica but straight to the moon (She)

[Chrous]
Ooh yeah she got a back
I wanna hit make that thing go dah dah dah
Yeah, I'm on the map
Gold on my neck and my link like sha ba ba
Yeah, don’t gotta pack
My niggas upping them fists like fah fah fah
Yeah, we got it stacked
Now we don’t know how to act

[Verse 3]
Pussy nigga on his period
Miss me widdit like you taking the pill
Got some bitches in Siberia
They looking at me like the King of the Hill
Beat up the block
Almost famous last time I done checked
Nasaseasons on the brim its a flex
Hit Millinsky on his line with a text
That's how I live (Fresh as a bitch)
I pray to God and confess all my sins
It is what it is (Gotta repent)
Strapping my dick up I don’t got no kids (Key)

[Chorus]
Ooh yeah she got a back
I wanna hit make that thing go dah dah dah
Yeah, I'm on the map
Gold on my neck and my link like sha ba ba
Yeah, don't gotta pack
My niggas upping them fists like fah fah fah
Yeah, we got it stacked
Now we don't know how to act