King Sh*t (feat. T.I.)

Oh, this a hit, ****

With no words on it

I got on two chains, no, I ain't Tity Boi

I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly, boy

Bitch bad and she say I can get it, boy

This a hit and I'ma make a **** feel it, boy

My flow the range, my swag insane

And my campaign on ten

I like the bitch, she bad as fuck

But I'm really into her friend

House off in the hill, got it off of cocaine

Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne

Bitch, I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains

Robbin jeans with the stones, Giuseppe mans my chain

I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany

You a rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missin' me

My watch silly, my clock ignorant,  I'm the king of my city

I'm band up and I ain't in a band but my flow just like an instrument

Bass, clear that yellow tape on the trizz-ack

Hatin' is a disease, pussy, where they do that?

LA Reid, cut the check for me

King shit, hey, you know what it is

Shorty smell like a pound of that lye

But a **** look like a hunnid mill

Then I drive Ferrari, fuck a motherfuckin' dealer

Pay ten million for that mansion, that worth more than your opinion

I got racks all in my cargo pants

A standard clip with that hollow, man

Your bitch ass, if your bitch bad

She gettin' fucked fast, ain't no romance

My diamond dancin' in 3D, ****

Like a Vegas strip when you see me, ****

Your money wrong and my money long

And I'm playin' with it like PE, ****

Real ****, no joke, don't think there, ****, no ho

I got a mini MAC-10 and a hunnid round drum

On the carpet up under my car

And, ****, I don't wanna smoke your weed

Plain gas the only thing I smoke

And I gotta thank God for the **** off Bankhead

Shorty, they taught me everything I know

Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, dip it

Hand it to your partner, let him flood it through the city

Really, we 'bout that action, you try us and we blastin'

We turnt to the mat, that's a motherfuckin' fact

I'm a real ****, fuck these rappers

Doors up, doors down

When I'm in the club, bitch, it goin' down

Shorty think it fucked, hand down

Hands up, pants down

Down, down, shorty fuckin' head down

I see my phone blowin' up, I know it's goin' down

Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town

Cheaper numbers in the city, boy, it goin' down

This that dope boy academy

Them three letters been after me

FBI ever catchin' me

My family might witness a tragedy

Shorty open her legs up happily

I ball hard like a athlete

Young black **** in a big white Phantom

****, I look like a referee

They blowin' the whistle, they tellin'

If I do the crime, I'm chillin'

This bitch turn, might make it rain

When I'm in the club and yellin'

They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin' on the daily

One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it, ay

I'm a real **** till the death of me

Never sing a song like a parakeet

Fifty bands in my pocket

Just blew sixty grand on that Cherokee

I be gettin' money like a motherfuckin' Brinks truck

Standin' in the kitchen, ****, tryna whip a brick up

I am

LA Reid, cut the check for me

Tell the streets, cut the check for me