Chokerhold

Ay King universe made the beat dumbass I am the king Put a brick in a choker hold Like I'm Mick Foley Never gonna give up Til I get a Rick Rollie Stick holy I pull it and they say holy shit Stick loaded I probably shoot the whole clip Pound boater I probably smoke the whole zip Put a brick in a choker hold Like I'm randy orton I'm important Imported From Cali coordinate I just hopped on ig And ordered it I got my uncy half a lick For his 45th Birthday I ain't fucking wit you in the worst way I mean I wasn't fucking with you in the first place We fucking with the tv on Adult swim Took a five beat it up Fuck it punch 10 You gon punch when? You gon bust never I got a bust down You the dumbest fuck ever I just hit a touch down Must got the greatest luck ever Nah I be putting in a lot of work 32% THC bitch that's a lotta terps You prolly just smoked cbd Bro that's a lotta dirt I hope yo proud of yourself In that fake Prada shirt Yeahhh Yeahh Bitch I just did the hustle Bro think he strong So I slid with muscle I just fucked yo bitch And my fitty Russell You a fucking Custer I'm a Cali puffer I'm a Cali roller You a cone stuffer Yeah it's sticky Ricky Pop up in yo shit I'm equipped with blickys Pop up with wok I'm not sipping Trishy Stop bitch Every single step I got a different fitty Bitch I'm moving on no losses It's either head or kick her out We ain't coin tossing Bro shaking blocks Tryna get a opp off him Keep it off safety Cuz I pop often Smoke a Cali I ain't ever stop coughing Woah ay Knock the socks and the top off him I'll fuck around and knock the knock off em Yeah bitch Knock it off You really ain't about that life Tech on me boy You really ain't about to type 1000 dollar adidas You ain't about the stripes Crying like a lil baby And that's gon get you wiped My bro do call of duty shit He get you sniped He really keep claymores You a poor boy bitch I get paid more I kick doors boy I don't gotta say more I ball so hard Don't know what you play for I just punched a couple cards Down at lakeshore And I punched pound bags Down at Oakland If it ain't FOB what you smoking I easily pop And leave yo shit open Crossbody Reebok with 2 ounce Of dope in it I be in my bag so much I'm prolly groping it Bro on they head so much I'm handing out Motrin Taxing a bitch Swear I'm scamming off of motion This that uhh I'm wearing Uhh Cost some token I'm accurate So slick Yo bitch rub me down with lotion I hit If it Ain't Ricky Bitch what you smoking Bitch what you thinking You ain't never knowing I ain't never blinking I can see the future Bitch I'm diamond linking Aunt jemima stinking I'm fried off a ehh inside a Lincoln Feeling like a mob man Say he got a 10 I'll go and rob man You bitch Yo bitch not a 10 not a 10 Still let her slob man The see me out All They see is god damn I'm fucking blessed like I was touched by gods hands You can catch my hands You can't touch my bands I'm so fucking fly Take off and I not land Stepping on fire shit This it's hot sand Metal on me let it uh I got pop can Bitch I got pop I got I got Yeah Bitch okay