King City

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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, ayo, ayo

Your dope ain't been shit since '96

The highest and the flyest nigga

With Supreme stickers on the double cup

Took a sip, made a wish, up and wish

Diamond Supply drenched chest wide

Beat him with a skateboard

Tiffany SB's, I had to skate off

Off-White fatigue shorts

'Bout to moonwalk over this work

Bulldog, pitbull, rottweiler on the t-shirt

I'm from the worst city on Earth, bodies over bodies

Niggas thought I was broke, I copped the Maserati

Fuckin' model after model, drinkin' Louis out the bottle

He tried to see me, I took the nigga's eye out like Giotto

Lucky if you see tomorrow

My young bitch like to mix molly up in the Moscato

My young boy got five bodies, he lookin' for a sixth

Then I heard son got hit

Gettin' dutches out of King City fuckin' with Omar

Playin' Reject had to twist me a whole jaw

I don't play games, heart colder than Olaf

We don't fight fair, I beat his ass with a crowbar

Made a blind nigga see who fuckin' with me

The FLYGOD, you ain't fuckin' with me though

Only scared of being broke in the RICO

[Verse 2]

[Bridge: Samples]

"Fuck rap—"

"Fuck rap—"

"Fuck rap—I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that"

"Fuck rap—I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that"

"Fuck—" "—that"

"Fuck rap—"

"—I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that"

"—rap—"

"Fuck rap—"

"—and that's that"