King Shit Remix
(Verse 1: Lil-Freezy)
This is a king shit I'm juss steppin to my fuckin throne
I'm King Arthur not a knight like Joan
Man I'm feelin like I wanna break all ya bones
Lock me up cause I'm feelin like I'm Al Capone
I gotta tell ya this but promise thatchu won't harm
I had ya girl last night holdin on my arm
She made noises of the animals up in a farm
She told me that I was her good luck charm
I'm rollin up and I'm rollin out trynna get some of that sticky
You got some of that on you it got all over ya dickies
I'm a weed mower a steam blower
Ya'll movin fast but it seem slower
I'm lightin up on this lighter flame
But its lookin like a damn flameflower
I'm high as fuck but I feel lower
I feel low to the ground
I'm lookin for the competition but I don't see nobody around
Ya'll wanna step up to the ring we can go round for round
But right now I'mma be the king ya'll officially were juss crowned
(Verse 2: T.I.)
King shit, hey you know what it is
Tryna smell on that pound that loud for a nigga
Like 100 real and
Drive Ferrari for some motherfucking killer
50 minutes imagine that on morning you're repenting
I got rats all in my goggle pants
Standing clear with the hollow man
Your bitch as yo bitch bad
She can fuck fast ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D nigga
Fake the trip where you see me nigga
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke
No fake ass nigga no hope
I got mini round team and a 100 round joke
I'm gonna over up all of my coke
And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed
Plain ass only thing I smoke
Gonna thank up for the gifters on..
Shorty ain't tell me everything I know
I do whip it , who could care to dip it
Had it to your partner let it flood it to the city
We bout that action, you try us and we blessing
We turn to the mat that's a motherfucking fact
Come a real nigga for E round
(Verse 3: Yo Gotti)
Door up, doors down
When I'm in the club bitch ya going down
Shorty take it for, hand down
Heads up, pants down
Down, down, shorty fucking head down
I see my phone blowing up
I know it's going down
What's up pussy in the rapper it ain't hit the town
Keeping numbers in the city boy it's going down
That's that dope boy automy
Keep that level been up to me
My friend my weed such tragedy
Shorty couple hands on happily
I ball hard like an athlete
I look like a referee nigga
They blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you tell'em
They talk about these dealers that don't get it in the game
I'mma real nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song like a para key
Kick the bands in my pocket jam
I'll be kicking money like a motherfucker lose control
Spend it in the kitchen nigga try a couple bricks on
(Outro: Yo Gotti)
Yeah! I am!
LA Reed cut that check for me
Turn it! Turn it!
Turn it! Turn it!
Tell the streets cut a check for me