Return Of The King

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) [Verse] I don't know why the fuck he ran off Five make him disappear with the stick like Gandalf He been hiding, shit, it's been a year In that Dodge Viper stick shift, catch me switching gears (Ooh) White sticks on, looking like the Pale Orc Heard the wave rider south, I'm finna sail north Frodo with the ring on my mission, heard you failed yours Right behind him, treat him like a 'Wood and get his tail torched Pendant big as hell, it's hanging, looking like the Arkenstone Shooter laying in yo lawn, he looking like a garden gnome (Shit) Whoevеr think they king, you better guard yo thronе Leopard print Amiris, white lows, and a heart of Chrome Why you out here getting high? Yo money shorter than a hobbit You just bought a zip of reggie, cost a quarter and some toxic You don't really want no beef, the type to order with no topping She ain't looking up, shit, I might record her while she top me Eyes on you everywhere you go, I'm like Sauron Man, get yo bitch-ass on the bench 'fore you get scored on Fucking moron (Ha-ha) If you don't leave your porch, I'ma shoot him through the doorknob Bitch'll never get a ring, Gollum See him out enough to beam, Gollum Popped him, shot him, shit, we done dropped him So many flavors, mix matching shit, I got options I got two pocket rockets, Mary and Pippen It's time to put that ten down, boy, that's barely some chicken The motherfuckers always talking the scariest ending Shawty better not try to run off with it, I'm burying bitches This a Track', not a trail, not a Cherokee I got aqua on my neck so bitches stare at me I'll pull up in that Lamb' like I'm Jeremy I'ma hustle as long as there's some air in me You ain't the plug, you got man in the middle work Ride around, horses in my hood like it's Middle Earth Ride around with little Uzi in the vert' Save her as Rihanna, finna put this lil' bitch to work When gang shoot, they don't miss, they like elves Doggy ask a hunnid sum' questions, acting like 12 I'll catch a sale by jail Talk shit eleven-thirty? Catch a shell by twelve Bitch, I'm war ready, hope you on the same shit We gon' sweep 'em out the series, they won't see a game six Talking shit up in the booth, they need to fireproof it Back on my scam shit, this slider music You'll switch on your side, you're like Saruman Lil' brodie slimy, he grimy, he do more than rob High as hell off this drank, I might soar to God Let your bitch see this kit, she gon' more than slob Opps cliquing up, I'm sick they out here fellowshipping I'm off red, I'm off purple, you be yellow sipping Punch, punch, shit, damn, I'm like Canelo with it Three-seven in the Backwood, you be rello hitting On the chill side of things, Palm Angels joggy I done seen his affidavit, I can't hang with doggy Told the cop, "It's not drank, it's coffee" Feel like Sidney, got the stick, shit, I play like Crosby Stand over him and watch his soul leave his body Pray that I don't crash, I'm off the Wocky tryna swing the Masi' Got a great lawyer, I could probably beat a homi' I just want a Faygo with some lean, you can keep the Jollys One man army but I stand on ten toes This some Helmut Lang, this is not no Kenzo Catch it one handed then I dance up in the endzone 7.62s hit him, where the fuck his flesh go? Boy, yo bitch, you need to check her, I be chess moving Half-court, hit the shot, you thought that it was Steph shooting Shit, we up right now, y'all ain't even next, stupid Was like, "Fuck school", when I went was on my desk drooling They already know the vibe, we in here test tubing If the rap or the scam don't work, I bet the 'Rex do it He better sit the fuck back and watch how the best do it G-O-A-T vibes Got 'em sick, heard they hate me now The booth burning up, turn the fucking AC on