​slowking ​freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, uh

[Verse]
Smoke that loud and I blow that swish
Roll that blunt, I could f*ck your b*tch
Got a little codeine with the champagne sip
I blow good tree hoes on my di*k
I split, swish, pour a lil' Cris
In a 4-door with the real dark tint
Two white cups in the cut, I sip
Rolex wrist b*tch, that's time well spent
I gets money, f*ck b*tches
Sip drink, blow swishers
We was out in Paris steady blowin' doobies in the Hilton
She catchin' feelings, my swagger is at a million
Go on bow the f*ck down when the king is in the building, ah
Smokin' that loud and I'm twisting that dank
In foreign whips with that all candy paint
Cash in the bank, f*ck with you think
After we f*ckin' ain't no feelin' her legs
I'm sippin' on lean with your b*tch
Throw it in fifth
That hoe, she holdin' my di*k
Gold gang the set b*tch you know what it is
No one you know that flow colder than this
Yeah, everywhere I go hoes twerk
Everywhere I go I sip syrup
Everywhere I go I got a Jansport full of that work
Ziploc full of that purp
Clip locked, pus*y get murked
pus*y get murked
Leave you lyin' face down in the dirt
Think I'm Yung Lean, I'ma make your sh*t hurt
I'ma make your sh*t dead, I'ma make your sh*t hurt, all day like ah
Y'all don't really see me out here gettin' all this money
And y'all ain't really see me out here, man, ain't sh*t funny
Pulled off in the whip with a b*tch on my di*k and a blunt to my lip, all day
On the daily
Man I get paid, man this sh*t crazy
Never thought that I would live this lavish
I been chillin' on the beach with a bad b*tch
Then we pull up to the suite, smoke some cabbage
Come and see me on the street with a Glock on my hip
f*ck around wrong, I'ma let that sh*t slip
See me with the cup and the lil' syrup sip
See me with the cup and the lil' syrup sip
See me in the cut with a blunt to my lip, yeah
Again and again
I'm in the Benz with a b*tch and her friends
Smokin' a blunt and we sippin' champagne in the back of the whip with a whole lotta' weed and some money to spend
Know I showed up with a sac of that sh*t
Got them doobies, some blunts and a cup in my hand
f*ck what you heard, I've been stacking them chips
And I might f*ck your b*tch 'cause she think I'm the man
Damn, I'm goin' ham
Walk in the club and I threw up a hundred grand
I'm the man
Say what you want but you know I ain't frontin'
I am what I am
Roll me a blunt and you know I done stuff it with seven grams
Seven grams, b*tch
[Outro:]
Say that it's only fair, yeah
If you come through too
Say that you won't be there
Yes, I'm ridin' 'round my city
"I want gas", I got plenty, ah
You say that you won't be there
Ridin' round my city
"I want gas", I got plenty, ah
You say that you won't be there, but
I know, I know what you do
Put your windows down
Rollin' through the city and you all blowin' loud
Throw it up, watch it all fall down, yeah
I Throw it up, watch it all fall down, yeah
You say that you want me, mean should I roll the J
We gon' sip this Kool-Aid, yeah
Gonna have to turn up, baby, you know you deserve it