K!ng Lyrics

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Big blue chain on my neck like a king

Crown on my head and iced out rings

I rap on the stage bitch I don't sing

Big luvi bag we're I am strapped with my thing

Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke

Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke

Talk all this shit boy amma make you choke

Fuck all them drinks bitch I do coke

All them fuckers better know me

Don't wanna pull up and act like I am holy

Strapped with a choppa so you know I ain't lonely

Keep hatin' bitch amma shoot yo ass slowly

I don't need a hitman yea I got a stick

Glock with a beam and that 30 round clip

Nines in the back when I pull up with my whip

Stressed ass fuck like I need a rip

Sitting in a Royce with girls in the back

Pull up to the boys and we bouta smoke crack

I am done with toys were the fuck is my Mac

I hate your voice like you need a smack

Big step on the red carpet

On my way to make profit

Money falling from my pockets

Big boy bag makes you a target

I don't want milkshake bitch i want that lean

I want that headache bitch I want to dream

I got a handshake that I do with my team

I don't want a heartbreak bitch am just a teen

Gun in my bag and we bouta play shooter

Bust that bitch up when you riding that scooter

I rap this shit now but I don't see a future

Gun on my belt when I am riding the cruiser

Blast through the cops, on my bike

I rap on the top, I rap on the mic

I don't wanna stop, am like a strike

I don't wanna drop, shit I don't like

I am getting tired of hearing yo shit

I am the one driving and steering this whip

I feel like a cop when I am clearing this bitch

I told her to take of yo earrings and fit

Big blue chain on my neck like a king

Crown on my head and iced out rings

I rap on the stage bitch I don't sing

Big luvi bag we're I am strapped with my thing

Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke

Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke

Talk all this shit boy amma make you choke

Fuck all them drinks bitch I do coke

All them fuckers better know me

Don't wanna pull up and act like I am holy

Strapped with a choppa so you know I ain't lonely

Keep hatin bitch amma shoot yo ass slowly

I don't need a hitman yea I got a stick

Glock with a beam and that 30 round clip

Nines in the back when I pull up with my whip

Stressed ass fuck like I need a rip

Big blue chain on my neck like a king

Crown on my head and iced out rings

I rap on the stage bitch I don't sing

Big luvi bag we're I am strapped with my thing

Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke

Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke

Talk all this shit boy amma make you choke

Fuck all them drinks bitch I do coke

All them fuckers better know me

Don't wanna pull up and act like I am holy

Strapped with a choppa so you know I ain't lonely

Keep hatin' bitch amma shoot yo ass slowly

I don't need a hitman yea I got a stick

Glock with a beam and that 30 round clip

Nines in the back when I pull up with my whip

Stressed ass fuck like I need a rip