KING of the WORLD (with Dusty Locane) [Remix]

Ah, free the guys

Grr, boom (EMRLD)

Grr

I feel like the king of the world the way I got up in the mix (baow, baow, baow)

Gotta keep making these hits

Gotta get groupies all off of my- (skrr, boom)

Treesha

Put a blue face on a plain Jane, but I ain't no Crip

Peep the fit, and you want the smoke? Then pull up on the 5th

Tinted the windows, they blacked out

Said I was broke, so I'm whipping the racks out (whipping the racks out)

Lil' boy tried to fight but he tapped out

Hang with the drillers that's spinning it back 'round

He want a feature, I tax

Say you got money, you stuck in the trap

I had to drop a bag on a timepiece

Can I put my watch on demon time?

Outside it's a movie

But no I ain't strapped with a toolie (bah)

I-I walk around with a limp

Stuffing the racks, they up in my blue jeans (bah, grr)

Dior, Dior, yeah, what I rock on my fit

And shawty she be on, be on me, she wanted a flick

We posted up like some fliers

Chasin' these bands like we runnin' from tigers

Little boy said I ain't fire

But I got the game in a grip like some pliers (grr)

I feel like the king of the world the way I got up in the mix (baow, baow, baow)

Gotta keep making these hits

Gotta get groupies all off of my- (skrr, boom)

Treesha

Put a blue face on a plain Jane, but I ain't no Crip

Peep the fit, and you want the smoke? Then pull up on the 5th (pull up on the 5th)

Tinted the windows, they blacked out

Said I was broke, so I'm whipping the racks out (whipping the racks out)

Lil' boy tried to fight but he tapped out

Hang with the drillers that's spinning it back 'round (Feva)

He want a feature, I tax

Say you got money, you stuck in the trap (in the trap)

I had to drop a bag on a timepiece

(I had to drop a bag on a timepiece, grr)

Look, from the trenches, ain't hard to find me (hard to find)

Top Feva so, pussy, don't try me (don't try me)

Dead off the money, I turned into a zombie

Old bitch from the hood tried to line me

I told 'em, "Roll cautious"

Them niggas run up, it's barkin'

Feeding 'em and spark 'em

'Mack the V, so we park 'em

I'ma just empty the clip, I ain't doin' no talkin'

Leave him dead on the walk-in

F.N. green tips, so we aim at his noggin (aim at his noggin)

And we all need a portion (portion)

Call up Mabu, he gon' fuck up the market (Mabu)

Post up on the 5th

Bag on your head, so you know we gon' take that (gon' take that)

Stay in the mix, bad lil' bitch on my dick and she shake that (told her shake it)

Yeah, I'm heavy on the roller (roller)

But I might slide in the Maybach (in the Maybach)

Leave a body in the Hudson (the Hudson), clean up the blood with some Ajax (Ajax)

I feel like the king of the world the way I got up in the mix (baow, baow, baow)

Gotta keep making these hits

Gotta get groupies all off of my- (skrr, boom)

Treesha

Put a blue face on a plain Jane, but I ain't no Crip (no Crip)

Peep the fit, and you want the smoke? Then pull up on the 5th (let's roll then, Feva)

(Grr, boom)

Let 'em know we still stuck in our ways

Young niggas tryna get paid (rrr)