King of the Hill lyrics

DavidTheTragic
I went out and got some money
You too nosy, ears big bugs bunny
n*ggas hate me 'cause I talk slick funny
Ain’t been on the clock, got money
Ain’t over the hill, I’m running
Ain’t pacing no thrills, I’m gunning
For the top of this sh*t blue hundreds
Apocalypse is here, it started
King of the Hill, bill right?
No Hillbilly money
Mix the tea with some honey
After moshpits running
Lil deal n*ggas love to flex chains, whips & clothing
Knock them off like we bowling

Tony Shhnow
The pendant Ice Box, the watch piece Suny
Please stay the f*ck home if you forgot your money
Most rappers don’t like me but they girl wanna f*ck me
You trynna cross Tony, Tony trynna cross country
I ain’t used to taking losses; with the losing I’m rusty
She born in shoreline and her perfume musty
I know she nasty, my wrist game disgusting
I Will Smith the flight at Delta; I just punched it
I break my wrist inside the pot look like I jumped it
I shuffle cards cut off queens you a trick
I got one question can you please get off my di*k
Ride with that fever 'cause these f*ck n*ggas make me sick
I’m looking for a bad hoe so I can put her in Rick
I’m finna turn in my Nintendo I can’t Switch
I have the hardest time with strippers 'cause I can’t pick
I work the risk, I’m working with my wrist
Beat out that pot so much now when it see my face it start to flinch
I cut off the hoe I don’t need that b*tch
Pouring up 4’s when we winning it’s 6
I’m stuck in that road race trynna get rich
My palms bleeding 'cause I’m always itching at em
The way I talk the dope, the kids think I invented trapping
My jewelry going skits, I coulda signed with Cinematic
I know you don’t want no static
Please don’t test me problematic
My b*tch from the hood put up penthouse I sleep with a ratchet
I wanna see a hunnit mil, they wanna see me in a casket
I can shoot the ball from across the court blindfolded and still made the basket
With no practice still I average more than average
DavidTheTragic
I went out and got some money
You too nosy, ears big bugs bunny
n*ggas hate me 'cause I talk slick funny
Ain’t been on the clock, got money
Ain’t over the hill, I’m running
Ain’t pacing no thrills, I’m gunning
For the top of this sh*t blue hundreds
Apocalypse is here, it started