CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bugs Bunny
sh*t, that's a Danny G beat
sh*t, that's a Danny G beat
I am the King
Yeah
Finna go, yeah
I'm finna tear yo lil', yeah
Finna tear yo b*t*h (Ayy)
Man
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
Finna tear yo b*t*h walls down like a termite
Roadrunning, this a checkpoint, hit the turnpike
Pull up on you for that cheese, I'm the big worm type
sh*t talking white boy, I'm [?] with the word "life"
White Mountain Dew like King Buu, now I look like Kirby
Chicken on his head, watch that boy get cooked like turkey
First bird gets the worm, lil' b*t*h, I'm jugging early
Thinking that he shooting like Curry, we done took his .30
In a Vert with a lil' Uzi, feel like Baby Pluto
I ain't high off the first 'Wood when I'm facing two more
Hmm, oh your buffs? Got 'em straight from kudos
One up ain't enough, we gon' slide and make it 2-0
Human Race with the green tag straight from StockX
Road run, punch jacks, and you know I drop checks
Real baller, I'll drop sixty and will not sweat
Sick of this lil' b*t*h, all she got is hot breath
Out the country, up in [?] on my tourist sh*t
When I touch down, it's MIA, good Florida trips
She don't put pape in my pocket? I ignore the b*t*h
Christian Dior, Louboutin, on my foreign drip
Board the plane first class delta if I board that b*t*h
I was looking for assists, now I'm on my scoring tip
I'ma let it blow if an opp looking towards my blick
Reach for this chain? A dude's gonna take a florist trip
Finna get some [?], my b*t*h on her Tim Hortons tip
Pocket got a knot, I get flashy when I'm bored and sh*t
Feel like Paul Revere, come through and I'm horsing sh*t
Pushing foreign sh*t, oh sh*t, you can't afford a Lyft?
This a scam house, finna get up on my order tip
But I can take you to the dope spot where they snorting sh*t
2K foot work, Virgil did the Jordan kicks
I can hear the bag talking to me, on my Dora tip
Real life sh*t talker, b*t*h, I drip water
I can turn the crowd up, spot jump like Vince Carter
How the f**k my pop look like Flint water?
Sometimes it ain't the plug, boy, you gotta switch chargers
Swear to God, really I'm just preaching in this b*t*h
f**king racks up, walk out Neiman's leaving drip
b*t*h named "Angel" and the demon doing d**k
Going 160, I might make the Demon do a flip
Stiff-arm, spin move, b*t*h, I'm finna touchdown
Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*t*h, I'm up now
Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down
The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound
Huh, I got money, she in love now
Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now
I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse
Get some head from a b*t*h then make her get the f**k out
Yeah, then make her get the f**k out
Yeah, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now
Huh, follow me on clubhouse
b*t*h, yeah
Huh, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
sh*ttyBoyz
Stiff-arm, spin move, b*t*h, I'm finna touchdown
Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*t*h, I'm up now
Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down
The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound
Huh, I got money, she in love now
Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now
I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse
Get some head from a b*t*h then make her get the f**k out
Stiff-arm, spin move, b*t*h, I'm finna touchdown
Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*t*h, I'm up now
Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down
The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound
Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
sh*t, that's a Danny G beat
I am the King
Yeah
Finna go, yeah
I'm finna tear yo lil', yeah
Finna tear yo b*t*h (Ayy)
Man
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
Finna tear yo b*t*h walls down like a termite
Roadrunning, this a checkpoint, hit the turnpike
Pull up on you for that cheese, I'm the big worm type
sh*t talking white boy, I'm [?] with the word "life"
White Mountain Dew like King Buu, now I look like Kirby
Chicken on his head, watch that boy get cooked like turkey
First bird gets the worm, lil' b*t*h, I'm jugging early
Thinking that he shooting like Curry, we done took his .30
In a Vert with a lil' Uzi, feel like Baby Pluto
I ain't high off the first 'Wood when I'm facing two more
Hmm, oh your buffs? Got 'em straight from kudos
One up ain't enough, we gon' slide and make it 2-0
Human Race with the green tag straight from StockX
Road run, punch jacks, and you know I drop checks
Real baller, I'll drop sixty and will not sweat
Sick of this lil' b*t*h, all she got is hot breath
Out the country, up in [?] on my tourist sh*t
When I touch down, it's MIA, good Florida trips
She don't put pape in my pocket? I ignore the b*t*h
Christian Dior, Louboutin, on my foreign drip
Board the plane first class delta if I board that b*t*h
I was looking for assists, now I'm on my scoring tip
I'ma let it blow if an opp looking towards my blick
Reach for this chain? A dude's gonna take a florist trip
Finna get some [?], my b*t*h on her Tim Hortons tip
Pocket got a knot, I get flashy when I'm bored and sh*t
Feel like Paul Revere, come through and I'm horsing sh*t
Pushing foreign sh*t, oh sh*t, you can't afford a Lyft?
This a scam house, finna get up on my order tip
But I can take you to the dope spot where they snorting sh*t
2K foot work, Virgil did the Jordan kicks
I can hear the bag talking to me, on my Dora tip
Real life sh*t talker, b*t*h, I drip water
I can turn the crowd up, spot jump like Vince Carter
How the f**k my pop look like Flint water?
Sometimes it ain't the plug, boy, you gotta switch chargers
Swear to God, really I'm just preaching in this b*t*h
f**king racks up, walk out Neiman's leaving drip
b*t*h named "Angel" and the demon doing d**k
Going 160, I might make the Demon do a flip
Stiff-arm, spin move, b*t*h, I'm finna touchdown
Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*t*h, I'm up now
Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down
The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound
Huh, I got money, she in love now
Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now
I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse
Get some head from a b*t*h then make her get the f**k out
Yeah, then make her get the f**k out
Yeah, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now
Huh, follow me on clubhouse
b*t*h, yeah
Huh, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
sh*ttyBoyz
Stiff-arm, spin move, b*t*h, I'm finna touchdown
Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*t*h, I'm up now
Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down
The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound
Huh, I got money, she in love now
Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now
I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse
Get some head from a b*t*h then make her get the f**k out
Stiff-arm, spin move, b*t*h, I'm finna touchdown
Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*t*h, I'm up now
Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down
The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound
Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
