Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Sh*t, artist - Yo Gotti.
Date of issue: 17.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Sh*t |
I got on two chains, but, no, I ain’t Tity Boi |
I’m dream chasin', but I ain’t from Philly boy |
Bitch bad, and she said that I can get it boy |
This a hit and I’m a make a nigga feel it boy |
My flow on range, my swag’s insane |
And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch |
She down to fuck, but I’m really into her friend |
House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine |
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne |
Bitch I’m in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains |
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man’s my chain |
I’m different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany |
You rat, you’ll sing a symphony and I’m back, city been missing me |
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I’m the king of my city |
I’m banned up and I ain’t in a band |
But my flow just like an instrument |
Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack |
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do that? |
L.A. Reid cut the check for me |
King shit and you know what it is |
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill |
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer |
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion |
I got racks all in my cargo pants |
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass |
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain’t no romance |
My diamond dancing in 3D nigga |
Like a bank strip when you see me, nigga |
Your money wrong and my money long |
And I’m playing with it like PE nigga |
Real nigga no joke, don’t think there nigga no ho |
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum |
In the carpet up under my car |
And nigga I don’t wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke |
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead |
Shawty, they taught me everything I know |
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it |
Hand it to your partner let him flood through the city |
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin' |
We turnt to the max that’s a motherfucking fact |
I’m a real nigga, fuck these rappers |
Door up, doors down |
When I’m in the club, bitch it’s going down |
Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down |
Down, down, shawty fuckin head down |
I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down |
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town |
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down |
This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me, (Who?) |
The F.B.I. |
ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy |
Shorty open her legs up happily |
I ball hard like an athlete |
Young black nigga in a big white phantom |
Nigga, I look like a referee nigga |
They blowing the whistle they telling |
I do the clam I’m chilling |
This bitch turned up making rain |
When I’m in the club you yellin |
They talk about these Bentley’s that I’m gettin on the daily |
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it |
I’m a real nigga till the death of me |
Never sing a song like a parakeet |
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee |
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinks trunk |
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh! |