Chokerhold

Ay
King universe made the beat dumbass
I am the king
Put a brick in a choker hold
Like I'm Mick Foley
Never gonna give up
Til I get a Rick Rollie
Stick holy
I pull it and they say holy shit
Stick loaded
I probably shoot the whole clip
Pound boater
I probably smoke the whole zip

Put a brick in a choker hold
Like I'm randy orton
I'm important
Imported
From Cali coordinate
I just hopped on ig
And ordered it
I got my uncy half a lick
For his 45th
Birthday
I ain't fucking wit you in the worst way
I mean I wasn't fucking with you in the first place
We fucking with the tv on
Adult swim
Took a five beat it up
Fuck it punch 10
You gon punch when?
You gon bust never
I got a bust down
You the dumbest fuck ever
I just hit a touch down
Must got the greatest luck ever
Nah
I be putting in a lot of work
32% THC bitch that's a lotta terps
You prolly just smoked cbd
Bro that's a lotta dirt
I hope yo proud of yourself
In that fake Prada shirt

Yeahhh
Yeahh
Bitch
I just did the hustle
Bro think he strong
So I slid with muscle
I just fucked yo bitch
And my fitty Russell
You a fucking Custer
I'm a Cali puffer
I'm a Cali roller
You a cone stuffer
Yeah it's sticky Ricky
Pop up in yo shit
I'm equipped with blickys
Pop up with wok
I'm not sipping Trishy
Stop bitch
Every single step I got a different fitty

Bitch I'm moving on no losses
It's either head or kick her out
We ain't coin tossing
Bro shaking blocks
Tryna get a opp off him
Keep it off safety
Cuz I pop often
Smoke a Cali
I ain't ever stop coughing
Woah ay
Knock the socks and the top off him
I'll fuck around and knock the knock off em
Yeah bitch
Knock it off

You really ain't about that life
Tech on me boy
You really ain't about to type
1000 dollar adidas
You ain't about the stripes
Crying like a lil baby
And that's gon get you wiped
My bro do call of duty shit
He get you sniped
He really keep claymores
You a poor boy bitch
I get paid more
I kick doors boy
I don't gotta say more
I ball so hard
Don't know what you play for
I just punched a couple cards
Down at lakeshore

And I punched pound bags
Down at Oakland
If it ain't FOB
what you smoking
I easily pop
And leave yo shit open
Crossbody Reebok with 2 ounce
Of dope in it
I be in my bag so much
I'm prolly groping it
Bro on they head so much
I'm handing out Motrin
Taxing a bitch
Swear I'm scamming off of motion
This that uhh I'm wearing
Uhh Cost some token
I'm accurate
So slick
Yo bitch rub me down with lotion
I hit
If it Ain't Ricky
Bitch what you smoking
Bitch what you thinking
You ain't never knowing
I ain't never blinking
I can see the future
Bitch I'm diamond linking
Aunt jemima stinking
I'm fried off a ehh inside a Lincoln

Feeling like a mob man
Say he got a 10
I'll go and rob man
You bitch
Yo bitch not a 10
not a 10
Still let her slob man
The see me out
All They see is god damn
I'm fucking blessed
like I was touched by gods hands
You can catch my hands
You can't touch my bands
I'm so fucking fly
Take off and I not land
Stepping on fire shit
This it's hot sand
Metal on me let it uh
I got pop can
Bitch
I got pop
I got
I got
Yeah
Bitch okay