[Chorus: Ping]
He’s the king of
He’s the king of us
He’s the king of
He’s the king of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the
Frzy Frzy
[Verse 1: Frzy]
Fuck the game
I gotta fuck the game
I make it scream my name
I’m like rawr
Fuck ya name
I got a track to bang
I got a spot to claim
I’m like rawr
Fuck you and your main nigga
On my mane nigga
‘Cause I got a chick and I’m
Gettin’ neck like my chain nigga
I been a G since '03
With a gold P, no apologies
Nigga I’m a chief like KC
Making C notes like Jodeci
I ride around with my top down
Got ya chick with her top down
Niggas know when we fuck ‘round
She get my kids like a playground
I was born with a crown
So I lay shit down
Got a trey pound
So don’t make no sound
‘Cause I run that city
That you walk around
Money to the sky
While y’all just gain ground
Nigga I ball
You should just rebound
You see hate
When you put me down
I just CPR
Just in case y’all drown
‘Cause y’all thirsty and don’t hurt me
‘Cause I been that and this king rap
Got a mean strap that cock back
And it pops off if you talk back
My name soars with no ice pack
Word travels so why unpack
You got racks I doubt that
‘cause your Visa plain
And mine jet black
Just know it
[Chorus: Ping]
He’s the king of
He’s the king of us
He’s the king of
He’s the king of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the
Frzy Frzy
[Verse 2: Frzy]
Check the reign
You gotta kiss the ring
I got bells to ring
I’m like rawr
Check the slang
‘cause I’m getting brain
Blowin’ Mary Jane
I’m like rawr
I birth this
I got this
So stop it
It’s in my genes
And these haters
Pick pocket
Yo real shit
You talk shit
But I trumped it
With my profits
A fortune
No prophets
‘Cause I’m plugged in
No sockets
You can’t knock this
Top this when I drop this
You not in the closet
Is like Wonka without chocolates
Will you ever be royal
Lord knows
‘Cause the king’s in the house
And I ain’t never foreclose
So you best knows if you impose
And we cross hairs with no cornrows
I might goes on death rows
‘cause you’re a waste and I’ll low blow
Got some Remy in the back
And some girls I could diddle
Stacks in the pack
Got racks in the middle
Got a Mac if a pack
Wanna jack just a little
Niggas got game
My aim don’t wiggle
Niggas wanna eat
Eat this, no nibble
Tell her throw it back
Like it’s monkey in the middle
I can make that ass jiggle
While y’all niggas make it drizzle
I reign
I’m king
[Chorus: Ping]
He’s the king of
He’s the king of us
He’s the king of
He’s the king of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the king of
King of us
They say he’s the
Frzy Frzy