KING PT 5

This go with 'em triple golds and Vogues that tippie toe Trunk lips that pucker up, they kiss no mistletoe I flexed the dash, fish bowled the glass, headrest the screen Block out the sun, tint ten percent, high beam my beams Hakeem my dream, takin' off like a rocket Peep those petty perpetrators always pickin' for pockets Played it patient, went from paper plates to paper deposits Now we prayin' our people profit 'cause they see how we poppin' Orville Redenbacher, keep a titty knocker and a pussy popper Politickin' with my player partners over shrimp and lobster MasterChef'in', watch me feed the family, bitch, I'm Gordon Ramsay Sear the salmon, put the lemon squeeze, that's far from Manwich Recipe for the best of G, was the best on this side Michelin Star and tuna tartare, bitch, it's best you keep out Of this kitchen, 'member when there was no pot to piss in Now we like who sayin' South too plain, elevated, Soulja Boy, nigga we made it Out the trenches, back when all of my britches had muddy water in 'em Now I call the stylist from the island to go and cop the denim Now the old school pull up like baby hairs on yo' shawty temple Made rocket science out of flyin', that shit super simple Get the bag, buy the tag and pull up on swangs (swangs) Finish yo' drank, devil the pot and get on the plane Hid in the car, shake up the stars and cut up the bang (bang) Fuck with a chick that'll suck on the dick and don't care 'bout a stain Gotta blot that shit, talkin' coke and bakin' soda how I had to lock that shit Thanos couldn't stop that shit Even if he snappin', bitch there ain't a multiverse out 'chea that I ain't slabbin' Actin' bad and on the ave and godly flow and titans clashin' Supersedin' all the Maddens, couldn't touch down better I'm fuckin' off in real time, you down bad in the Meta You so-called ballin' all year, ain't no games played on yo' schedule I'm gettin' top by two bops, I'm all for double headers, that's a win-win Been king since most of y'all was in high chairs talkin' din-din I chill with my dawgs more than The Adventures of Tintin There ain't a corner from here to the moon that I can't bend-bend This here God giftin', nah, you can't blend in