King of the Dead

Bitch, I'm going ham I ain't wanna do this That's not how I am D-D-D-Do you know who the fuck I am How a best, like raven dam My nigga stripe like Toucan Sam Just like that little engine, I can Next time you search me I will be on demand I need a bitch let me sell my demands I need my text to be straight in advance If they ask who I am I say bitch I'm the man I don't think little bitch, I do It's just me, myself, and my crew If I show up they come through And if I fuck hoe, they fuck too Or bring yo' friend if they can't fuck you (Just let 'em know what they coming to do) I hope you know, I'm not playing wit' you When I tell you some shit this is almost the truth I-, I been on my own Tell me to chill, but I'm already cold Niggas be bitching, and acting like hoes Bitches be cheating, tryna act like my bro Why everybody miss playing The Robe That's how I know they don't know the code Call me, I'm never gonna answer my phone It's like me on airplane mode Feel like I'm crazy when I'm not on my zone Because when I taste blood, I get hungry for more You niggas ain't been on this level before She never sip on them Rémy before I'm like Apollo when my shit be dropping You're like Apollo when he met an adversity You get a concussion, don't want these precautions I'm young n I'm tugging, I'm coming from nothing, bitch (I don't want food bitch) I don't want food bitch (I just want bands) I just want bands (You heard the new drip) you heard the new drip (What's wrong with the yams) what's wrong with the yams (I'm on my fool shit) I'm on my fool shit (Bitch, I'm going ham) bitch, I'm going ham (I ain't wanna do this)