KING of the WORLD (with Dusty Locane) - Remix

Uh free the guys
Grrrrrttt
Boom

(Grrrttt)
I feel like the king of the world
The way I got up in the mix (Bah bah bah)
Gotta keep makin' these hits
Gotta get groupies all of of my — (Skkkt Boom) Treeshaaa
Put a blue face on a Plain Jane
But I ain't no crip
Peep the fit
And you want the smoke
Then pull up on the fifth
Tinted the windows they blacked out
Said I was broke, so I'm whipping the racks out
Lil boy tryna fight, but he tapped out
Hang with the drillers that spinnin' it back 'round
He want a feature, I tax
Say you got money, you stuck in a trap
I had to drop a bag on a timepiece
Can I put my watch on demon time

Outside it's a movie
But no I ain't strapped wit a toolie (Bah)
I-I walk around with a limp
Stuffin' the racks, (Bah, Grrrtttt)
They up in my blue jeans (Dior, Dior)
Yeah
When I'm rockin' my fit
And shawty she be on, be on
Me
She wanted a flick (Bah, Bah, Bah)
We posted up in some flyers
Chasin' these bands like we running from tigers
Little boy said I ain't fire (Grrett)
But I got the game in a grip like some pliers

(Grrrttt)
I feel like the king of the world
The way I got up in the mix (Bah bah bah)
Gotta keep makin' these hits
Gotta get groupies all of of my — (Skkkt Boom) Treeshaaa
Put a blue face on a Plain Jane
But I ain't no crip
Peep the fit
And you want the smoke
Then pull up on the fifth
Tinted the windows they blacked out
Said I was broke, so I'm whipping the racks out
Lil boy tryna fight, but he tapped out
Hang with the drillers that spinnin' it back 'round
He want a feature, I tax
Say you got money, you stuck in a trap
I had to drop a bag on a time piece
(I had to drop a bag on a time piece)

(*Growls*)
From the trenches, ain't hard to find me
Top Feba so pussy don't try me
Dead of the muddy I turn to a zombie
Old bitch from the hood try to line me
I told her roll cautious
Them niggas run up it's barking, feening to spark em
Mack the V so we park em
Imma just empty the clip, I ain't doing no talking
Leave em dead on the walk-in
FN green tips and we aim at his noggin
(aim at his noggin)
And we all need a portion, call up Mabu
He gon fuck up the market (mabu)
Post up on the 5th bag on your head
So you know we gon take that (take that)
Stay in the mix
Bad lil bitch on my dick
And she shake that (told her shake it)
Yeah I'm heavy on the rollin' (rollin)
But I might slide in the Maybach (in a maybach)
Leave a body in the Hudson (hudson)
Clean up the blood with some Ajax (ajax)

(Grrrttt)
I feel like the king of the world
The way I got off in the mix (Bah bah bah) (the mix)
Gotta keep makin' these hits
Gotta get groupies all of of my — (Skkkt Boom) Treeshaaa
Put a blue face on a Plain Jane
But I ain't no crip (no crip)
Peep the fit
And you want the smoke
Then pull up on the fifth
(Grrrtttt, Boom)



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Writer(s): Matthew John De Luca, Neil De Luca
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