[King Karaoke]

Hi...

You lurk every thread about me, post my info and its a fatality, I’m wyling b
Get too personal & outside of your crib’s getting shot like you’re flexing your annual salary
My niggas are with the shits, beat him down till he begs
It’s not the zoom challenge but we in the crib dragging him by the legs
You’ve got a hell of an imagination, those gangsta bars are crispy
But the truth is you wouldn’t fire a Gunn if you were a boss at Disney
The prize money wouldn’t fill my gas tank, it’ll get lost in my money machine
You’re Tristan Thompson, parade around all u want but you’re never touching the Green
I’m a proud black, fuck around and let a round crack
Have a Kap getting removed from your skull like it’s a Madden soundtrack
I’m all up in your bitch groin, you’ll be dead when gun and the clip join
The 40 about to make Cash a thing of the past, I renamed it bitcoin

Bye...