King of the hill, talkin' trash we gonna stay for the kill
Just like a barbecue he can get grilled
Fuck on that bad bitch she came from Brazil
Pussy boy lovin' I see it
Guaranteed that they might go fuck up his spleen
I'm shootin' my shot and it's mo'fuckin green
I'm sippin' that purple, I'm sippin' that lean
He think I'm ready I'm boutta go bleed
Damn, pussy run up and he mo'fuckin died
We light him up like the fourth of July
Just like some chicken that boy gettin' fried
Who are you? bitch I'm that guy
We give yo' mama some pieces of pie
Bitches they cappin', they sayin' I, I
I'm off the ecstasy bitch I'm to high, high
You high, huh, I'm in the sky, bitch I just go up to Pluto
Who shitted, music is playin' in the back, bitch, like who knows?
Bullets heavy like a sumo, bitch, I'm a boss just like Hugo
He tryna sneak up and kill me, huh, yeah, I'm just like to slow
Damn, huh, you really can not
I'm gonna fuck, fuck on these thots
GIT on me hip-hop then I pop
Not on his stomach we aim for his top
Oh, that's yo' bitch she givin' me slop
Just like a picture that boy gettin' cropped
Who is that over there I think that is a opp
I think we gotta get him
Talkin' that shit and we finna go drill him
Beefin' vendetta bitch I am the villain
They callin' me Goku they callin' you Krillin
I'ma go shoot the chopper at a civilian
We sent that boy up the line
I'm not talkin' Dora her pussy explore
He wanna go run up his dumbass gets floored
King of the hill bitch I can't be ignored, huh
They can not see it, I am a G
Not talkin' glory put him on a tee
Feel like I'm Curry, I'm shootin' my three
Feel like Lester my chopper gon' beat
We put that boy in that dirt
Shoulder roll I'm talkin' 'bout Uzi Vert
Put him on a wall, that boy gettin' hurt
Kill 'em like raider like it's red alert
King of the hill, talkin' trash we gonna stay for the kill
Just like a barbecue he can get grilled
Fuck on that bad bitch she came from Brazil
Pussy boy lovin' I see it
Guaranteed that they might go fuck up his spleen
I'm shootin' my shot and it's mo'fuckin green
I'm sippin' that purple, I'm sippin' that lean
He think I'm ready I'm boutta go bleed
Damn, pussy run up and he mo'fuckin died
We light him up like the fourth of July
Just like some chicken that boy gettin' fried
Who are you? bitch I'm that guy
We give yo' mama some pieces of pie
Bitches they cappin', they sayin' I, I
I'm off the ecstasy bitch I'm to high, high