KING OF THE HILLS lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Skrrt, skrrt (Big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on)
Gang (800), ha

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin'
Give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel, huh

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
These n*ggas wan' be me, huh (Yeah, wan' be me)
They won't win and beat me, huh (Won't beat me, yeah)
Met a b*tch named Cici, huh (Yeah, CC)
She wanna come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me)
Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese's cup
Turn her Reese's Pieces (Reese's Pieces), huh, let her suck my Reese's Puff (Reese's Pieces)
Told that b*tch, "Hop up on my D-I-C-K," (Uh, b*tch)
Let that b*tch know, I don't P-L-A-Y (Ah)
Took her to the crib and f*cked that b*tch in my AND1's (Ah)
Boy don't want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah)
I don't trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah)
n*ggas throwin' blows, pus*y b*tch, better land one (Bah)
Talkin' out your ass, lil' jit, understand some' (Haha)
The last n*gga did that sh*t lost his damn life
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin'
Give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel, huh

[Verse 2: Chris King]
(Snot)
I be locked up if the cops do [?]
I spin his block like a ballet recital
Bricks [?] off-white [?] with the [?]
Childish codeine in baby bottles
I'm pushin' snow like Denver, Colorado
My cover girl hold my strap, super model
Ain't get the message with the semi-auto (You will)
I hit the tree hard as Sunny [?] (Blatt)
Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto'
I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto
Ironic how I fill the opp with hollows
f*ck him, his mother really should've swallowed (Slatt)
We gon' do 'em sicker than a snot nose
[?] rolls on these condos
[?] drug money, it ain't a bongo
Shoutout to the jungles, that ain't the Congo
Make a goofy skate, n*gga, mongo
Got a Asian freak, bring [?]
I can't kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah)
Turn a famous n*gga to a John Doe
I whip up this brick old as a dino'
Sword torch beef like a gyro
Independent, n*gga, what you sign for?
Hittin' the bullseye with a blindfold (Snot), yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin'
Give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch
I'm not tryna feel, huh