KING OF FUNK Lyrics

I murder the beat I'm on Jeffrey Dahmer

My money on tall Victor Wembanyama

I can wear anything fuck the hoe in pajamas

Got her hands on my chest bitches screaming wakanda

She fell in love with the bird like what kind of

Now I'm in lambchops I used to serve that dope in Hondas

We was broke time we put that shit behind us

We slide with gang cutting em' up peaky blinders

Now I'm up get the vision I ain't talking Wanda

Super car like to swerve off the Rhoade called her Lana

Got this hoe tryna see how her neck work

Bitches searching me up, check my net worth

Put my dick in her stomach her legs hurt

I'm On live she watch me Cartoon Network

Called her over just to get the sex first

Put on designer shoes ain't rocking Skechers

Go by one rule - let's get the bread first

Go by one rule - let's get the bread first

I been on top of my bag

I done cheat on a bitch not the leopard

And I been on top of my bag

I cheat on a bitch not the leopard

That hoe probably bitch off a rag

She wanna leave I told the hoe I let her

Got a hoe getting wet off a rack

Model bitch told her not to sweat first

I go by BiRDMAN, Count of Monte Cristo

Bitches love to greet me by the Ghost of Sparta

Bitches brain she probably went too harvard

Diamonds cutting on me hard like a pair of barbers

I run this shit back like I'm Tiki Barber

I'm hungry for shit the game would say I'm starving

I fire shit up had to Tony Stark it

The whip got no keys I don't know how to park it

I murder the beat I'm on Jeffrey Dahmer

My money on tall Victor Wembanyama

I can wear anything fuck the hoe in pajamas

Got her hands on my chest bitches screaming wakanda

She fell in love with the BiRD like what kind of

Now I'm in lambtrucks I used to serve that dope in Hondas

We was broke time we put that shit behind us

We slide with gang cutting em' up peaky blinders