King Tonka lyrics

by

Yeat


[Chorus: Yeat, Logisafe & Both]
Yeah, ah, yeah
Out in London, got the Tonka going crazy (Out in London)
I got time to sip all day, go crazy, oh, yeah-ah
I'm the type to f*ck your girl, don't test me
I'm the type to f*ck your girl, don't test me, ah (Whoa-ah, oh, ah)
Eugh, yeah (Pull up inside the Benz, yeah)
I don't be f*cking with nobody at all, I ain't got no friends, yeah (Yeah, no way, yeah, no way)
Hey, hey, skrrt, yeah
Riding in the coupe, but this b*tch all black (Eer)
Yeah, pulled up inside this Scat', but this b*tch got tint (b*tch got—)
Yeah, I don't even f*ck with nobody at all, no friends (Want no friends, yeah)
b*tch, I got the GLE, pull up on muscle, pull up on muscle (Got no friends, yеah, f*ck 'em)
Pull up in a Benz, pull up in a Benz, yеah (Woo, woo)
I don't even got no Benjamins, no friends, no, f*ck with no Benjamin
I got a whole lot of b*tches, gon' pull up, suck di*k, don't do it like yesterday (Woo, woo)
I got a whole lot of bands, they gon' suck my di*k, don't suck like yesterday
b*tch, I'm on a whole new wave, they gon' f*ck with me 'cause I'm the muhf*ckin' one
b*tches gon' f*ck with me 'cause I'm the muhf*ckin' one with a whole lotta bucks (Bucks)
b*tches gon' f*ck with me, got a whole lotta whips, got a whole lotta Tonkas (Slots)
b*tch, I got a whole lotta b*tches, gon' suck that di*k, gettin' a whole lotta commas (Commas)
b*tch, what if the opp woulda' blown up like this? Like I'm Osama (Buagh)
Pulled up inside the Lamb', pulled up, lil' Bent', lil' Bent', lil' Bentley (Whirr)
I don't even f*ck with nobody at all, I am not friendly (Uh-uh)
Shoot you and your mammy, bop-bop-bop, lil' b*tch, I'm deadly (Bah, bah, bah, bah, mmm-mmm, yeah, let's go)

[Verse: Logisafe]
Counting up these bands, yeah, every day, that's my daily
If I make a song, and I don't like it, go straight to deleting
Take too much Percs, yeah, now my mouth is bleeding (Bleeding)
Take too much Percs, yeah, now my nose is freezing
Go, yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go, money green
Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go, yeah, pop me luh bean
Yeah, let's go, pop me—, let's go, I stayed on the team
Yeah, I just pulled up to this party with my beam, let's go
Yeah, I don't know what to say, I'm just gas'd up (Yeah)
Yeah, I just got in this 'Rari, yeah, it's fast enough (Yeah)
Poppin' molly, poppin' Percs every day now (Let's go)
I just wan't to see my family, yeah, that's all I wan't (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Yeah, I just woke up, then got to the freezer (Got to the—)
Hope I'm gon' be popular one day, like Mona Lisa (Like Mona)
All these kids on my door, trick or treat, yeah (Trick)
Training this music, yeah, like I'm in a Arena (Yeah, let's go-go-go)

[Chorus: Yeat & Yeat & Logisafe]
Yeah, ah, yeah
Out in London, got the Tonka going crazy (Out in London)
I got time to sip all day, go crazy, oh, yeah-ah
I'm the type to f*ck your girl, don't test me
I'm the type to f*ck your girl, don't test me, ah (Whoa-ah, oh, ah)
Eugh, yeah (Pull up inside the Benz, yeah)
I don't be f*cking with nobody at all, I ain't got no friends, yeah (Yeah, no way, yeah, no way)
Hey, hey, skrrt, yeah
Riding in the coupe, but this b*tch all black (Eer)
Yeah, pulled up inside this Scat', but this b*tch got tint (b*tch got—)
Yeah, I don't even f*ck with nobody at all, no friends (Want no friends, yeah)
b*tch, I got the GLE, pull up on muscle, pull up on muscle (Got no friends, yeah, f*ck 'em)
Pull up in a Benz, pull up in a Benz, yeah (Woo, woo)
I don't even got no Benjamins, no friends, no, f*ck with no Benjamin
I got a whole lot of b*tches, gon' pull up, suck di*k, don't do it like yesterday (Woo, woo)
I got a whole lot of bands, they gon' suck my di*k, don't suck like yesterday
b*tch, I'm on a whole new wave, they gon' f*ck with me 'cause I'm the muhf*ckin' one
b*tches gon' f*ck with me 'cause I'm the muhf*ckin' one with a whole lotta bucks (Bucks)
b*tches gon' f*ck with me, got a whole lotta whips, got a whole lotta Tonkas (Slots)
b*tch, I got a whole lotta b*tches, gon' suck that di*k, gettin' a whole lotta commas (Commas)
b*tch, what if the opp woulda' blown up like this? Like I'm Osama (Buagh)
Pulled up inside the Lamb', pulled up, lil' Bent', lil' Bent', lil' Bentley (Whirr)
I don't even f*ck with nobody at all, I am not friendly (Uh-uh)
[Outro: Yeat]
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Mmm, mmm
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