"Royal Fool" lyrics

Jest, jest, just flex, jest
Jest, just flex on your ex
Just throw it up, just throw it
Two bands make her panties wet
Bad bitch riding 'round the city
White ho off that Whitney
That's your ho? Now she with me
That's your ho? Now she with me
That's your ho? Now she with me

Geek 'till the sun up, geek 'till Christmas
Money, money up like savings
Bitches all over my dick
Like, “slay, you my fave”
Hi-C, pouring that green
He keep talking, on my dick
Can't hear what you saying
Take a shot at your brain
D-D-D-D-Double shots at your face
Pull it out, the Glock gets framed
Yeah, your bitch, she calling me prince
She like me 'cause I got Swears
All my jesters in her face
Jester games, it's jester games
Yeah, I got my Glocks out
Passing your bitch like a birdie
Finna jugg him, I get bloody
Snort a line, my nose is runny
No one I know likes you, honey
Tie your bitch like I'm tying a mummy
Fuck a bitch and then I pass her
Popping Percs like they are candy
Making music is a havoc
All my opps is broke and struggling

Jest, just flex on your ex
Just throw it up, just throw it
Two bands make her panties wet
Bad bitch riding 'round the city
White ho off that Whitney
That's your ho? Now she with me
That's your ho? Now she with me
Make a wish like a genie

Jest, just flex on your ex
Just throw it up, just throw it
Two bands make her panties wet
Bad bitch riding 'round the city
White ho off that Whitney
That's your ho? Now she with me
That's your ho? Now she with me
Make a wish like a genie