Lyrics: Matthew DeLuca
Music: Matthew DeLuca
[Intro]
Ah, free the guys
Grr, boom
EMRLD
Grr
[Chorus]
I feel like the king of the world the way I got up in the mix
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 off on the 5th
Tinted the windows, they blacked out
Said I was broke, so I’m whipping the racks out
Lil' boy tried to fight but he tapped out
Hang with the drillers that 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 time peace
Can I put my watch on demon time?
[Verse]
Outside it’s a movie
But no I ain't strapped wit' 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)
[Chorus]
I feel like the king of the world the way I got up in the mix
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 off on the 5th
Tinted the windows, they blacked out
Said I was broke, so I’m whipping the racks out
Lil' boy tried to fight but he tapped out
Hang with the drillers that 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 time peace
(I had to drop a bag on a time peace, grr)
I feel like the king of the world the way I got up in the mix
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 off on the 5th
(Grr, boom)