KING OF CALIFORNIA lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Hahahahahaha)
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down, lay 'em down
(Hahahaha)
b*tch
You know what the f*ck goin' on
We back
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down, lay 'em down, yeah

[Verse 1]
b*tch I’m back on my sh*t like some TP (Ugh)
In the swamp like a crawfish, knee-deep (Yuh)
Middle finger to the feds and the P.D
Till I D-I-E it’s Cali on the I.D
A-R-K-I-E b*tch that’s me (Yuh)
She want my balls in her mouth like some thai tea
Don’t talk to me when I’m grubbin' b*tch I’m tryna' eat
Like I got O.F, these rappers wanna buy a feat
20 racks or I won’t even open up the MacBook
Break 'em down roll him up, smoke you like a Backwood
b*tch I’m highеr than the logo for Paramount
Don’t say sh*t unless it’s somethin' that I carе about (Yeah)
Where is Darkie?
Don’t worry 'bout my whereabouts
Looking at me wrong, grab yo' eyeballs and tear 'em out
The only beef I got is wagyu, bovine
Do you like a towel on a clothesline, air 'em out
[Chorus]
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Lay 'em down
b*tch I feel like I’m the King of California, I need a crown
b*tch I’m a stoner, f*ck an eighth I need a pound
My Choppa made of memory foam, how it lay 'em down (Yeah)
And my Glock got a boner, he go to town
He can make it hot like Arizona when he around (Boom)
I spit it sick, like pneumonia in front a crowd
I feel like the King of California, I need a crown

[Bridge]
b*tch (Ay)
b*tch (Ay)
b*tch (Ay)
b*tch (Ay)
I said

[Verse 2]
I need a crown, you can put in on my head
I got bread like a bakery, you actin' like a fed
How you talk to everybody like you friends?
My best friend a pad of paper and a pen
'Cause I can tell him anything and he don’t tell a soul
I’m homies with the stick, but I keep it on the low
And I love the microphone, 'cause he listen to me go off
I’m at your home knock, knock, knock, kickin' in the door
b*tch bow (Bow, bow)
[Verse 3]
Shootin' like a movie
I go gorilla, give 'em black eyes, make em 2D
Boowee
To this sh*t, I ain’t a newbie
I write a song, rap it and I’m loadin' up a new beat
It’s over
Trick or treat like October
My choppa tryna' send 'em up to the Mars rover
b*tch
But he don’t want no smoke like he sober
Watch how you talkin' to the King of California
b*tch, bow (Bow, bow)
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down, lay 'em down

[Chorus]
Bi-Bi-b*tch I feel like I’m the King of California, I need a crown (Yuh)
b*tch I’m a stoner, f*ck an eighth I need a pound
My choppa made of memory foam, how it lay 'em down
And my Glock got a boner, he go to town
He can make it hot like Arizona when he around (Boom)
I spit it sick, like pneumonia in front a crowd
I feel like the King of California, I need a crown

[Outro]
b*tch
(Hahahahaha)
(Yeah)