King of the Cup

King with a cup she to lit spilled my liquor
This percocet is dancing in my liver whoah, whoah
They might say you is or say you ain't
But they ain't gone say that I can't
Pop out to my show unless you fake
How you gonna hate me you don't even know my real name
Just might leave that pussy nigga DOA
Yeah we come from running blocks and we was jumping gates
Yeah we came from crushin' smarties in the Kool-Aid
Yeah we killed them zombies now it feel like doomsday
Tats all on my body
Getting hot like it's wasabi
Don't call me Lil on this Yachty
We stay rolling we play yahtzee

How you wanna play it
We can do it how you want to
Ain't gone be no rookie in that bed when you come through
You can bring your friend through when you finna come through
Do what you wanna do
Extra bundles for your hair
We call them extensions
Put this stick up in my mag
We call that extended, yeah
You can bring your friend too
Fuck her in a dark room
She gon' keep my secrets to to
I feel like shit when I'm off drugs aye, aye
Gave my bank account to the plug aye, aye
I spent too much money on these drugs
That's for real though
Percs, xannies, lean and the molly when I'm real low
Anytime I felt low
Had to pick myself up
Always pushing for the better, whatever
Niggas out here hating they ain't tryna get no chedda
Bitch I been splashing
What the fuck is an umbrella
Had her screaming ella ella ella in any weather
Now I'm on the better
New girl I'm getting wetter
And she asked for head first you know I'm gonna dead her
Bad decisions all locked up in the bottom of her dresser

King with a cup she to lit spilled my liquor
This percocet is dancing in my liver whoah, whoah
They might say you is or say you ain't
But they ain't gone say that I can't
Pop out to my show unless you fake
How you gonna hate me you don't even know my real name
Just might leave that pussy nigga DOA
Yeah we come from running blocks and we was jumping gates



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Bordwell, Deshun Guyton
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