King Lyrics

I got gold

I got tings

I got diamonds on these rings

You go fold

While I cling

With yo money on a string

I go hard

You go home

With yo bitches on my phone

I be hot

You be cold

Take a shot

Bitch

I am the

King with the rings and the gold why you come back

I am the Bling on those tings like a tic tac

Fucking with this player

But this playa don’t hit back

Do us all a favor shut your mouth and sign the waiver like yeah

Put you in the back

I be on fire with your city doin laps

I be on fire lookin pretty for these snaps

I be on fire

Yeah

I be I be I be I be

King

Mother fuckin king

Rolling through your city while I am looking for my queen

I am a fuckin king

Mother fuckin king

Shower me with green

While I am be doin betta tings man

I am a fucking

King

Here’s my sweater

Damn I feel bad

Pinky rings to you scum bags

Pinky pinky rings

Got you feenin for a come back

Yeah

Why you all fucking with me

Yeah

Pinky pinky rings got you all on your knees when I come back

Man you fucking with a king yeah it’s all bad

I be plotting I be scheming I be all mad

Take a shot I be leaning

Call me neo i be dreaming

Fuck your ego what’s the meaning

I be blanco BUT I am winning

Hit the lotto CAUSE I am willing

I am the sontos for the killing

Got a lasso for your women

But I’ll pass on all your women

Cause I am all bad

Yeah i am all mad

I’m a I’m a I’m a I’m a

King

Mother fucking king

Rolling through your city while I am looking for my queen

I am a fucking king

Mother fucking king

Shower me with green

While I am be doin betta tings man

I am a fucking

Pay the man

Do a favor like

Part the plan

Right your paper like

I am the ghost

Ain’t your neighbor

You hit me up cause you know I am

Better than you

Playin with you fools like

Why not

Fucking with the rules man

Fucking with these cool kids

Pockets full of tools kids

Take you back to school kids

Flunking all these fools I got

Pinky pinky rings on the ceiling like

Pinky pinky rings on the ceiling like

Pinky pinky rings to the ceiling like

Pinky pinky rings got me all up in my feelings like

I don’t give a fuck man

I don’t give a fuck

Tats up on your face

What’s the use in throwing puns

Zanys in your name

Cause you hide behind the drug

Coming for that fame

I am the king motha fucker

I be

Disa disa disciplined

Working towards the finer things

Working towards that diamond ring

Diamonds on this crown I am the

King of the town

I ain’t playing

What you saying while I’m slaying got you laying on this pavement so motha fucka

Bow

Motha fucka bow

You be acting like a child

Hot Cheetos ain’t no excuse

We all know you popping pills

That’s the truth

At least write a verse or two