King Of The Crop lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I'm trowin’ out the bucket, know what I'm sayin', today
PMP
Ayy (Phew), ayy (Phew), hey (Phew)

[Chorus]
The one, not the little, the king of the crop (Yeah, yeah)
Like I’m Luka the Shooter, see me on the block (Ugh)
b*tch, you f*ckin' or what? Is you leavin' or not?
Poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (Dream in the spot)
She gon' f*ck off the love, ain't no way I'ma tip
On a flight for them 'bows, only way she'll trip
I can’t get me no rest, I got paper to flip
I can’t get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bust it down to the ground, so this sh*t addin' up
Glock got a red light like a car backin’ up (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Had to go back to zero, It's time to re-up
Drop a bag on his head, make his partner creep up (Damn)
Lowkey been on they ass, I ain't tryna ease up
Shoot this b*tch out in public, don't gotta ski up (Brrt, brrt)
Lot of n*ggas turn ghosts when it’s time to meet up
Tell 'em catch up like mustard, it's time to meet up (Meet up)
Put your faith in a n*gga, they gon' f*ck you over
I been crossin' hills since I sat in a stroller
New bottle girl with me, built like Coca-Cola
I f*ck and I leave, I ain't givin' no closure
My b*tch playin' games, I be tryna control her
I felt that Ranger, still bought me a Rover
No, he ain't keepin' it street, he a poser
Perfectin' my craft and that sh*t made me colder (Colder)
Lil' bro think he Irving, he clutch when he need it
They know it's a wrap like we rollin' fajitas
Boss up at light, put a ho on a flight and we be next price, so this heart of the Beatles
The summer get hot, I'ma walk with the heater
Too far for friendly, I hardly agree (b*tch)
Lil' bro servin' tan like Tina
I'm tryna go up, sell out and go fill a arena (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ha)
[Chorus]
The one, not the little, the king of the crop (Ayy, ayy)
Like I'm Luka the Shooter, see me on the block (Yeah)
b*tch, you f*ckin' or what? Is you leavin' or not? (Damn)
Poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (I'm gone)
She gon' f*ck off the love, ain't no way I'ma tip
On a flight for them 'bows, only way she'll trip
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to flip (Yeah)

[Outro]
I can't get me no rest, I got paper to move
Young n*gga poppin' my chain when I move
I'll dance on the stage, so I hit me a groove
Young n*gga chop and I chop and I move
Watch him scam and make plays, so I shoot it and move
Put a 'bow on the scale, I ain't eatin' no 'shrooms
I'll, one shot and a n*gga better move