Beat my chest like King Kong
And we got our racks up
You know what we be on
She throw the oop I'm Zion
His re up cuh that INT
I pick it off like Deion
She like all this trap money
Watch how I be countin it
I'm just out here doing me
Sing about that's a hit
I been about it who's a lick
He got that thang he to legit
I don't need the hype I'm way to lit
I f*cked your bitch now who's a lick
Wilkinsburg I'm from there
Now I'm in a Range Rover
Sometimes I'm just not here
Too much in my Faygo
Bouji girl she bought her Prada we can't go into the mall
The opps I see them niggas watching yuh tryna get me gone
I be smoking moonrock high up in my spaceship
How you switching lanes bitch now you are a lame bitch
Free my nigga meezy yuh off the anklet
Who said imma pussy nigga now I have to bang shit
Naw bitch don't cap
You know what you saw
Sent some shots he ran
Left him for the fall
I'm to different
You can't be me
Imma rudeboy got dibs on Rhi Rhi
Imma dope boy I got that straight heat
If you touch my chain B
Choppa leave him 6 feet
I pull up bouncin' what up
We got shooter's wit us
I heard they talk about me when I'm gone
Well tell them pull up
F*ck that bitch and then I leave her
Love left me when I was eager
No I'm not gon trust a bitch
Only put trust in my Nina
Free Chops
Free Op
Free Dave
The guys
New whip foreign
That bitch boring
Why you callin me
Girl I told you I was touring
Imma cold hearted nigga yuh f*ck yo feelings
We got bloods in the traphouse
How you bomin'
How you talkin all that shit
I can tell he was bluffin'
All this weed in this wood
He can tell I was stuffin'
Opp pac to the head
Cause I popped off his muffin
Drop the pin spin the bin
Shooter 4 he was huntin'
Wilkinsburg I'm from there
Now I'm in a Range Rover
Sometimes I'm just not here
Too much in my Faygo
Beat my chest like King Kong
And we got our racks up
You know what we be on
She throw the oop I'm Zion
His re up cuh that INT
I pick it off like Deion
She like all this trap money
Watch how I be countin it
I'm just out here doing me
Sing about that's a hit
I been about it who's a lick
He got that thang he to legit
We gon see better days
There will be better ways
Free Chops
Free Op
Free Dave
The guys
We want some beef, it's up we ride
I'm pussy but those are too much lies
I'm GOAT you know I gotta strive
Amore - King Kong Lyrics
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Beat my chest like King Kong
And we got our racks up
You know what we be on
She throw the oop I'm Zion
His re up cuh that INT
I pick it off like Deion
She like all this trap money
Watch how I be countin it
I'm just out here doing me
Sing about that's a hit
I been about it who's a lick
He got that thang he to legit
I don't need the hype I'm way to lit
I f*cked your bitch now who's a lick
Wilkinsburg I'm from there
Now I'm in a Range Rover
Sometimes I'm just not here
Too much in my Faygo
Bouji girl she bought her Prada we can't go into the mall
The opps I see them niggas watching yuh tryna get me gone
I be smoking moonrock high up in my spaceship
How you switching lanes bitch now you are a lame bitch
Free my nigga meezy yuh off the anklet
Who said imma pussy nigga now I have to bang shit
Naw bitch don't cap
You know what you saw
Sent some shots he ran
Left him for the fall
I'm to different
You can't be me
Imma rudeboy got dibs on Rhi Rhi
Imma dope boy I got that straight heat
If you touch my chain B
Choppa leave him 6 feet
I pull up bouncin' what up
We got shooter's wit us
I heard they talk about me when I'm gone
Well tell them pull up
F*ck that bitch and then I leave her
Love left me when I was eager
No I'm not gon trust a bitch
Only put trust in my Nina
Free Chops
Free Op
Free Dave
The guys
New whip foreign
That bitch boring
Why you callin me
Girl I told you I was touring
Imma cold hearted nigga yuh f*ck yo feelings
We got bloods in the traphouse
How you bomin'
How you talkin all that shit
I can tell he was bluffin'
All this weed in this wood
He can tell I was stuffin'
Opp pac to the head
Cause I popped off his muffin
Drop the pin spin the bin
Shooter 4 he was huntin'
Wilkinsburg I'm from there
Now I'm in a Range Rover
Sometimes I'm just not here
Too much in my Faygo
Beat my chest like King Kong
And we got our racks up
You know what we be on
She throw the oop I'm Zion
His re up cuh that INT
I pick it off like Deion
She like all this trap money
Watch how I be countin it
I'm just out here doing me
Sing about that's a hit
I been about it who's a lick
He got that thang he to legit
We gon see better days
There will be better ways
Free Chops
Free Op
Free Dave
The guys
We want some beef, it's up we ride
I'm pussy but those are too much lies
I'm GOAT you know I gotta strive
And we got our racks up
You know what we be on
She throw the oop I'm Zion
His re up cuh that INT
I pick it off like Deion
She like all this trap money
Watch how I be countin it
I'm just out here doing me
Sing about that's a hit
I been about it who's a lick
He got that thang he to legit
I don't need the hype I'm way to lit
I f*cked your bitch now who's a lick
Wilkinsburg I'm from there
Now I'm in a Range Rover
Sometimes I'm just not here
Too much in my Faygo
Bouji girl she bought her Prada we can't go into the mall
The opps I see them niggas watching yuh tryna get me gone
I be smoking moonrock high up in my spaceship
How you switching lanes bitch now you are a lame bitch
Free my nigga meezy yuh off the anklet
Who said imma pussy nigga now I have to bang shit
Naw bitch don't cap
You know what you saw
Sent some shots he ran
Left him for the fall
I'm to different
You can't be me
Imma rudeboy got dibs on Rhi Rhi
Imma dope boy I got that straight heat
If you touch my chain B
Choppa leave him 6 feet
I pull up bouncin' what up
We got shooter's wit us
I heard they talk about me when I'm gone
Well tell them pull up
F*ck that bitch and then I leave her
Love left me when I was eager
No I'm not gon trust a bitch
Only put trust in my Nina
Free Chops
Free Op
Free Dave
The guys
New whip foreign
That bitch boring
Why you callin me
Girl I told you I was touring
Imma cold hearted nigga yuh f*ck yo feelings
We got bloods in the traphouse
How you bomin'
How you talkin all that shit
I can tell he was bluffin'
All this weed in this wood
He can tell I was stuffin'
Opp pac to the head
Cause I popped off his muffin
Drop the pin spin the bin
Shooter 4 he was huntin'
Wilkinsburg I'm from there
Now I'm in a Range Rover
Sometimes I'm just not here
Too much in my Faygo
Beat my chest like King Kong
And we got our racks up
You know what we be on
She throw the oop I'm Zion
His re up cuh that INT
I pick it off like Deion
She like all this trap money
Watch how I be countin it
I'm just out here doing me
Sing about that's a hit
I been about it who's a lick
He got that thang he to legit
We gon see better days
There will be better ways
Free Chops
Free Op
Free Dave
The guys
We want some beef, it's up we ride
I'm pussy but those are too much lies
I'm GOAT you know I gotta strive
Writer: Isaiah Horne
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