"King Of The Crop" lyrics
Yeah, I'm trowin' out the bucket, know what I'm sayin', today
PMP
Ayy (Phew), ayy (Phew), hey (Phew)
The one, not the little, the king of the crop (Yeah, yeah)
Like I'm Luka the Shooter, see me on the block (Ugh)
Bitch, you fuckin' or what? Is you leavin' or not?
Poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (Dream in the spot)
She gon' fuck off the love, ain't no way I'ma tip
On a flight for them 'bows, only way she'll trip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
Bust it down to the ground, so this shit addin' up
Glock got a red light like a car backin' up (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Had to go back to zero, It's time to re-up
Drop a bag on his head, make his partner creep up (Damn)
Lowkey been on they ass, I ain't tryna ease up
Shoot this bitch out in public, don't gotta ski up (Brrt, brrt)
Lot of niggas turn ghosts when it's time to meet up
Tell 'em catch up like mustard, it's time to meet up (Meet up)
Put your faith in a nigga, they gon' fuck you over
I been crossin' hills since I sat in a stroller
New bottle girl with me, built like Coca-Cola
I fuck and I leave, I ain't givin' no closure
My bitch playin' games, I be tryna control her
I felt that Ranger, still bought me a Rover
No, he ain't keepin' it street, he a poser
Perfectin' my craft and that shit made me colder (Colder)
Lil' bro think he Irving, he clutch when he need it
They know it's a wrap like we rollin' fajitas
Boss up at light, put a ho on a flight and we be next price, so this heart of the Beatles
The summer get hot, I'ma walk with the heater
Too far for friendly, I hardly agree (Bitch)
Lil' bro servin' tan like Tina
I'm tryna go up, sell out and go fill a arena (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ha)
The one, not the little, the king of the crop (Ayy, ayy)
Like I'm Luka the Shooter, see me on the block (Yeah)
Bitch, you fuckin' or what? Is you leavin' or not? (Damn)
Poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (I'm gone)
She gon' fuck off the love, ain't no way I'ma tip
On a flight for them 'bows, only way she'll trip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to move
Young nigga poppin' my chain when I move
I'll dance on the stage, so I hit me a groove
Young nigga chop and I chop and I move
Watch him scam and make plays, so I shoot it and move
Put a 'bow on the scale, I ain't eatin' no 'shrooms
I'll, one shot and a nigga better move
PMP
Ayy (Phew), ayy (Phew), hey (Phew)
The one, not the little, the king of the crop (Yeah, yeah)
Like I'm Luka the Shooter, see me on the block (Ugh)
Bitch, you fuckin' or what? Is you leavin' or not?
Poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (Dream in the spot)
She gon' fuck off the love, ain't no way I'ma tip
On a flight for them 'bows, only way she'll trip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
Bust it down to the ground, so this shit addin' up
Glock got a red light like a car backin' up (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Had to go back to zero, It's time to re-up
Drop a bag on his head, make his partner creep up (Damn)
Lowkey been on they ass, I ain't tryna ease up
Shoot this bitch out in public, don't gotta ski up (Brrt, brrt)
Lot of niggas turn ghosts when it's time to meet up
Tell 'em catch up like mustard, it's time to meet up (Meet up)
Put your faith in a nigga, they gon' fuck you over
I been crossin' hills since I sat in a stroller
New bottle girl with me, built like Coca-Cola
I fuck and I leave, I ain't givin' no closure
My bitch playin' games, I be tryna control her
I felt that Ranger, still bought me a Rover
No, he ain't keepin' it street, he a poser
Perfectin' my craft and that shit made me colder (Colder)
Lil' bro think he Irving, he clutch when he need it
They know it's a wrap like we rollin' fajitas
Boss up at light, put a ho on a flight and we be next price, so this heart of the Beatles
The summer get hot, I'ma walk with the heater
Too far for friendly, I hardly agree (Bitch)
Lil' bro servin' tan like Tina
I'm tryna go up, sell out and go fill a arena (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ha)
The one, not the little, the king of the crop (Ayy, ayy)
Like I'm Luka the Shooter, see me on the block (Yeah)
Bitch, you fuckin' or what? Is you leavin' or not? (Damn)
Poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (I'm gone)
She gon' fuck off the love, ain't no way I'ma tip
On a flight for them 'bows, only way she'll trip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to move
Young nigga poppin' my chain when I move
I'll dance on the stage, so I hit me a groove
Young nigga chop and I chop and I move
Watch him scam and make plays, so I shoot it and move
Put a 'bow on the scale, I ain't eatin' no 'shrooms
I'll, one shot and a nigga better move
