King Of The HillsChris King

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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I'm the goat, baby girl (Oh my God, is that Louis?), I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin', give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, one more time)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel, huh

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
These niggas wan' be me, huh (Wan' be me)
They won't win and beat me, huh (Won't beat me, yeah)
None of this ain't CC, huh (Yeah, CC)
Holy water, come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me)
Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese's cup
[?] Reese's Pieces (Reese's Pieces), huh, let her suck my Reese's Puff (Reese's Pieces)
Told that bitch, "Hop up on my D-I-C-K," (Bitch)
Let that bitch know, I don't P-L-A-Y (Ah)
Took her to the crib and fucked that bitch in my AND1's (Ah)
I don't want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah)
I don't trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah)
Niggas throwin' blows, pussy bitch, better land one (Bah)
Talkin' out your ass, lil' jit, understand some' (Haha)
Last nigga did that shit lost his damn lung

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I'm the goat, baby girl (Oh my God, is that Louis?), I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin', give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, one more time)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel, huh

[Verse 2: Chris King]
(Snot)
I be like the [?] the cops [?]
I spin his block like the ballet
Bricks in the [?] with the bird [?]
Childish codeine in baby bottles
I'm pushin' snow like Denver, Colorado
My cover girl hold my strap, super model
Ain't get the message with the semi-auto
I hit the tree hard as Sunny [?]
Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto'
I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto
I run the [?], fill the opp with hollows
Fuck him, his mother really should've swallowed (Slatt)
[?] do 'em sicker than a snot nose
[?] rolls [?] condos
[?] drug money, it ain't a bongo
Shoutout to the jungles, that ain't the [?]
Let the groupies skate, nigga, [?]
Got a Asian freak from [?]
I can't kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah)
Turn a famous niggas to a John Doe
[?] this brick old as a dino'
Sword torch beef like a gyro...

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I'm the goat, baby girl (Oh my God, is that Louis?), I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin', give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, one more time)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch, I'm not tryna feel, huh