"The Crown" lyrics

Yeah, walk with my bitch, all alone, oh
Yeah, don't call me, don't hit my phone, woah
Yeah, I done got a bag, drip it in some Rick
Now she went out sad, it looked like a bitch
Pussy nigga mad, he do not fit in (Jordan)
I got these racks [?]

Yeah, walk with my bitch, all alone, oh (Uh)
Yeah, don't call me, don't hit my phone, woah (Don't hit my phone)
Yeah, I done got a bag, drip it in some Rick
Now she went out sad, it looked like a bitch
Pussy nigga mad, he do not fit in
I got these racks [?]
Hop on a track, fuck up the instrumental
Like, lil' baby, what's your issue?
Tryna get my family rich as a bitch, too

Hold up, lil' bitch, I don't miss (Yeah)
I had to go drop a hit (Hit)
These niggas still on my dick [?]
I had to go and get rich (Yeah)
I'm still be fuckin' his bitch in the back, nigga
That nigga is not on shit (Yeah)
Aim that Beretta, pussy nigga, aim at your head, nigga
That shit might knock off his shit, yeah
Okay, running my money up, like every day (Day)
I know she wanna fuck, wanna escape (Escape)
I take a hundred up, up in they face (Okay)
I'ma listen, they mad, so I know they gon' hate (Yeah)
Feelin' I made it, eatin' good steak (Steak)
Two Os on this Glock, I ain't sign to Drake (Drake)
I'm sippin' on Wock', pourin' all the drank (Drank)
Got money, now she wanna fuck every day (Yeah)
Shawty sad now, tellin' me, "Stay"
Get a bag now, I get a K
Yeah, huh, ayy
All of these lil' niggas sayin', "Bunk, okay" (It's okay)

It's okay, it's okay
Shawty lay, shawty lay, shawty lay down
Keep your head, keep your head, keep your head high
Know I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the damn guy
(I love you)

Yeah, walk with my bitch, all alone, oh (Uh)
Yeah, don't call me, don't hit my phone, woah (Don't hit my phone)
Yeah, I done got a bag, drip it in some Rick
Now she went out sad, it looked like a bitch
Pussy nigga mad, he do not fit in
I got these racks [?]
Hop on a track, fuck up the instrumental
Like, lil' baby, what's your issue?
Tryna get my family rich as a bitch, too

Yeah