King City lyrics

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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ayo, ayo
Your dope ain't been sh*t since '96
The highest and the flyest n*gga
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
n*ggas thought I was broke, I copped the Maserati
f*ckin' model after model, drinkin' Louis out the bottle
He tried to see me, I took the n*gga's eye out like Giotto
Lucky if you see tomorrow
My young b*tch 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 f*ckin' 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 n*gga see who f*ckin' with me
The FLYGOD, you ain't f*ckin' with me though
Only scared of being broke in the RICO
[Verse 2]

[Bridge: Samples]
"f*ck rap—"
"f*ck rap—"
"f*ck rap—I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that"
"f*ck rap—I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that"
"f*ck—" "—that"
"f*ck rap—"
"—I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that"
"—rap—"
"f*ck rap—"
"—and that's that"