Young King Lyrics

Yo it's the young king

Bro bugging out gotta check the ping

Back in the day honey green tea with that ginseng

Back in the day when I didn't worry why she don't ring

Now in my free time her sad songs I sing

But fuck that I'm that rapper with fat stacks

Tough guy persona my words an automatic Mac

These words roll you up put you in a pack

Wake up write some heat go to sleep back to back

That's my habit can't get out of that

I'm a old timey robber I just need the money sacks

All these other rappers just fodder think about going after them why bother

I'm no lover boy not certified

When you spell king bee K and B capitalized

I'm just trynna make a franchise

Only win by a landslide go against me that's a loss no ties

Experience cooking up got perfect fries

I see the weariness when these bitches lie

Westside with my Gunn god I'm so fly

You buy delta 8 we get real high

Go down the street sell a eighth

This hustle shit got no breaks

Building my business myself what you know about stakes

What you know about wealth

I'm living well just fuck up health

Championship I got a belt

Green in the bowl that shit get smelt

Fucking with fire yo ass gone melt

Cutting you up you just some wires

Pulling out teeth but I been the pliers

Bro want some beef but I been doing Wellington

You can't fuck with my jazz call me duke Ellington

Gotta put em down so I pick up the pen again

Put my whole team on you know what I represent

Savagely i do what I do passionately you don't know the extent

I bring defense you change the true make a pretense

Read you like a book know your content you got evil intent

I'll willed get put in cement

I'm an ancestor you just a descendant

Teachin my students just need their attention

Fucking with bee get put in detention