KING TUT lyrics

[Intro]
Cash
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, racks
Slatt, 1of1
Slattydon, Hardrock
Uh, go

[Chorus]
Swaggin' out everyday, huh
In the field, I'm makin' plays, 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 sh*t is real surreal
I got gold on me, King Tut
I'm ridin' with a sl*t
And them boys can't f*ck with us
They can't do sh*t 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)
I put some racks on your head if I got to
You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do
Pull 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 n*gga now
Look in his eyes all I see is lies
Eyes all bloodshot
Bust at that boy, gave him bloodclots
Grandpa love Reggae
sh*t run deep screamin', "Bombaclat"
Put some cash all on me
I'm goin' up, just like the stocks
Gave her one night with Hardrock
Then I told that bih', "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

[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 sh*t is real surreal
I got gold on me, King Tut
I'm ridin' with a sl*t
And them boys can't f*ck with us
They can't do sh*t 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)
I put some racks on your head if I got to
You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do
Pull up 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"