King - Intellectual

[Hook]

King, King, I'm a fucking King

[Verse 1]

Plans on my mind

I got bands on my mind

And if it's hands that you want

You can catch me outside (aye aye aye)

"Howboutdaa"

Picking up the pace, "Howboutdaa"

Pump the fucking bass, "Howboutdaa"

Hit em in the face, "Howboutdaa"

You can try say shit it don't move me

Saying "let me try something" in the movie

Floating off in the wind like a toupee

I just fucked 2 models and a groupie

"Yaaa see"

Now I'm bumping Chance the rapper

Getting all these bitches wet they're calling me a pastor

Working magic on the track like a fucking spell caster

Saying "bring that ass back" like a fucking Slave master

Going faster

You really never gon' be nothin but a bastard

Fucking haters always dwelling on my last word

And your bitch was saying i'm the one she preferred

I just be trying to make all my dreams come alive

So I'll be back in five with 100 times 5

And I'll hop in the ride with some hoe I'll call Clyde

And she saying she bi but I know she love guy

And I be rocking that Gucci

Sipping codeine and I'm loopy

All of these fuckers want shoot me

And all of their bitches want do me

And there's nothing I can do b

All I wanna do is turn these hunnids' into blue cheese

Styling on your ass when I be flying in the coupe

All you wanna do is turn around and say you knew

I be sipping soup

In the middle of Italy got a brand name on my shoe

And you gotta be kidding me hoe I'm giving you boot

If you thinking you're gonna be more than just a fucking group-ie

Stylin tho

And I'm rocking nothing but fucking designer clothes

And I'm really butt fucking all these designer hoes

And you're trying really hard to fucking hide your woes

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I never met you before (aye)

I fuck you like you a hoe (uh)

I be kicking down the doe' (yo)

And then you give me fucking dough (aye)

I could go in on the beat

I just write out a sheet

Then I sit on the seat

And go to new feats

All of this in just a week

I got 200 day streaks, I'm a beast

And I'm a king in the sheets

All of these bitches be fucking with me

All of these bitches wan suck on the D

While this shit happens I'm sipping this tea

In yo fucking hood

In the fucking woods

I don't give a fuck

I won't give it up

I'll go in alone

Fuck your bitch she moan

I got all this cash

Gucci on my ass

I just wanna make it come alive

And so I'm gonna strive

And till the day I mother fucking die

I'll be up in the sky

All these fucking syllables

Your bitch is fucking drill-able

Only drink on refillable

I hope it's reconcilable

I try to make it all last

Always look back at the past

Learn from all your mistakes

That's all that it takes

I don't like you if you fake (aye)

Even worse if you a snake (aye)

I don't fuck with heartbreak (aye)

All about the give and take (aye)

Being selfless is a virtue

I don't wanna fucking hurt you

Plus it's past your fucking curfew

If you thick I just might search you

I could keep going for hours and hours and hours and hours on end (aye)

I show your bitch to my shower

Give her my tower and call you my friend (aye)

Gold up on my fucking ring (aye)

Chain on my neck be like bling (aye)

That girl a mad ting (aye)

That's why they call me a...