Stevie King - King Kold

I'm not tryna be a rapper I just do this shit for sport
Don't you get it twisted I put numbers on the court
Anybody wanna get it trust me you can get this work
Say that you the best we ain't heard that shit before
Got the smoke filling up ya lungs feel it in your core
UPS man the way I drop this shit off at your door
Hope that King sour don't you say my name no more
And I know you hating but you watching thanks for your support
Say it with ya chest little nigga when you see me
No I'm not the holy ghost but I can make them feel me
Penny for my thoughts best believe I need a milli
I'm just bout my cheese dawg bout that fettuccine
Me and all my niggas get it lit like it's a disco
Coming for my vengeance like the Count of Monte Cristo
When I shoot my shot it's like I play in San Francisco
But it's Dame Time way I'm tapping on my wrist though
She keep on looking shorty let me get your info
Take her home and now she get to acting like a nympho
I'm not Roddy but I get it popping like I'm Crisco
Take a look at all these niggas none of them ain't King though
I know you hear me killing shit it's like I told ya
Bout to give y'all so much shit this year it's like I owed ya
And I know you doubting me so come on lemme show ya
How much are you paying for them dreams them niggas sold ya?
Find a curly-headed baddie like she Joyjah
Now she riding with me got her singing like she Jorja
Lil shorty skating off in a Rubicon
Bout to be so popping someone link me up with Scooter Braun
I'm really snapping on this beat I ain't playing
Coming to collect goofy niggas better pay up
We could never lay down nah we gotta stay up
Kill a nigga on a beat for me is like a layup
But niggas swear they're tough skengman then get to spraying
Got di Baygon fi di pagan we straight spray em
You can be my competition Dawg what you saying
When I touch a mic phony niggas get to praying
Who they tryna send for ooh they sent for me
Look up at me son tell me who you wanna be
You know ain't no motherfucker do it cold like me
If I go to court for killing beats I'm pleading guilty
When this ink hit that paper man I pen it swiftly
Every time I spit these bars I check a nigga quickly
Only for your sake I hope that you can bring your best b
Niggas get to acting like my ex dawg miss me

Written by:
Steven Gonzales

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