KING TUT

Lyrics

[Intro] Cash (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.), yeah Racks, slatt 1of1, Slattydon Hardrock, uh, go [Pre-Chorus] Swaggin' out everyday, huh In the field, I'm makin' plays, yeah (Yeah) I'm plottin' on racks, I'm plottin' on bags (Yeah) On the way to the show, I'm countin' it fast I used to sit right there at the Citgo I knew I would blow since the get go My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO I was seein' racks before the deal Gotta walk in my shoes to see how it feel My life like a goddamn movie, all this shit is real surreal [Chorus] I got gold on me, King Tut I'm ridin' with a slut And them boys can't fuck with us They can't do shit to us Money longer than a limo Longer than a MARTA bus You can think I'm ridin' solo But it's you versus all of us (Yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus] I'll put some racks on your head if I got to You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do Flew out to New York and I went to Nobu Then went out to LA and I hit up Nobu again Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu Applyin' force, you see it ain't tellin' you She hit up my phone, "Hardrock, I'm feelin' you" [Verse] Hit her, now she got a soul tie Can't trust that nigga now Look in his eyes, all I see is lies Eyes on bloodshot Bust at that boy, gave him blood clots Grandpa loved Reggae Shit run deep, screamin', "Bombaclaat" Put your cash all on me, I'm goin' up just like the stocks Gave her one night with Hardrock, then I told that bitch, "Kick rocks" Ridin' out, lookin' for the opps We real good at wipin' out your blocks Flag on my head, Tupac 'Bout that Thug-Life, Tupac [Pre-Chorus] Swaggin' out everyday, huh In the field, I'm makin' plays, yeah I'm plottin' on racks, I'm plottin' on bags On the way to the show, I'm countin' it fast Yeah, I used to sit right there at the Citgo I knew I would blow since the get go My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO I was seein' racks before the deal Gotta walk in my shoes to see how it feel My life like a goddamn movie, all this shit is real surreal [Chorus] I got gold on me, King Tut I'm ridin' with a slut And them boys can't fuck with us They can't do shit to us Money longer than a limo Longer than a MARTA bus You can think I'm ridin' solo But it's you versus all of us (Yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus] I'll put some racks on your head if I got to You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do Flew out to New York and I went to Nobu Then went out to LA and I hit up Nobu again Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu Applyin' force, you see it ain't tellin' you She hit up my phone, "Hardrock, I'm feelin' you"