Synz - King Lyrics

I got gold
I got tings
I got diamonds on these rings
You go fold
While I cling
With yo money on a string
I go hard
You go home
With yo bitches on my phone
I be hot
You be cold
Take a shot

Bitch
I am the
King with the rings and the gold why you come back

I am the Bling on those tings like a tic tac

F*cking with this player
But this playa don't hit back
Do us all a favor shut your mouth and sign the waiver like yeah
Put you in the back
I be on fire with your city doin laps
I be on fire lookin pretty for these snaps
I be on fire
Yeah
I be I be I be I be

King
Mother f*ckin king
Rolling through your city while I am looking for my queen
I am a f*ckin king
Mother f*ckin king
Shower me with green
While I am be doin betta tings man
I am a f*cking

King

Here's my sweater
Damn I feel bad

Pinky rings to you scum bags
Pinky pinky rings
Got you feenin for a come back

Yeah
Why you all f*cking with me
Yeah
Pinky pinky rings got you all on your knees when I come back
Man you f*cking with a king yeah it's all bad
I be plotting I be scheming I be all mad

Take a shot I be leaning
Call me neo i be dreaming
F*ck your ego what's the meaning
I be blanco BUT I am winning
Hit the lotto CAUSE I am willing
I am the sontos for the killing
Got a lasso for your women
But I'll pass on all your women
Cause I am all bad
Yeah i am all mad
I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a

King
Mother f*cking king
Rolling through your city while I am looking for my queen
I am a f*cking king
Mother f*cking king
Shower me with green
While I am be doin betta tings man
I am a f*cking

Pay the man
Do a favor like
Part the plan
Right your paper like
I am the ghost
Ain't your neighbor

You hit me up cause you know I am
Better than you
Playin with you fools like
Why not
F*cking with the rules man
F*cking with these cool kids
Pockets full of tools kids
Take you back to school kids
Flunking all these fools I got

Pinky pinky rings on the ceiling like
Pinky pinky rings on the ceiling like
Pinky pinky rings to the ceiling like
Pinky pinky rings got me all up in my feelings like
I don't give a f*ck man
I don't give a f*ck
Tats up on your face
What's the use in throwing puns
Zanys in your name
Cause you hide behind the drug
Coming for that fame
I am the king motha f*cker
I be

Disa disa disciplined
Working towards the finer things
Working towards that diamond ring
Diamonds on this crown I am the
King of the town
I ain't playing
What you saying while I'm slaying got you laying on this pavement so motha f*cka
Bow
Motha f*cka bow
You be acting like a child
Hot Cheetos ain't no excuse
We all know you popping pills
That's the truth
At least write a verse or two