A King Story

Y'all niggas weak with this shit

Catching L's like you're Meek Mill with this shit

You rock polyester, I wear Minx in this bitch

Pull out that gat, watch a nigga face fix

Ha, Wassup?

Yeah your girl in my messages

Awe the baby crying?

Little sissy got estrogen

Oh

I'm too sick

Ay, lil bitch come suck this dick

Nah I'm just playing I'm a female

I fucked your bitch and her friends know the details

Whew!

Add Libbing like a muh fucker

I'm saucing

Call me a butter lover

Squad flossing

You better run for cover

Yeah you better run for cover

I'm running this shit

I'm running this shit

Ha, Lil Peasants

Hell nah I won't sit with you

I'm King Lex

But the ville already knew

All y'all niggas lame

You know that it's true

My circle's getting small

I only fuck with a few

Now I only fuck with a few

Damn

I'm in my zone

Blow torch your face like this shit Home Alone

Dab , Dab , Dab

You wanna hit?

Did you really need to ask?

Fuck around and catch a body real fast

All these little fuck boys look a bit mad

I'm too fresh so let me take out the trash

Hold up

Bring that beat back real fast like ,

Shit getting hectic

Killing y'all niggas

Someone get a medic

Collecting these L's like you got a lil fetish

Rough around the corners

But my rhymes still poetic

Higher than a kite in this loud anestic

On cloud 19, you can call me angelic

But I'm really Lucifer and unapologetic

All these hoes fake like their hair

Synethetic

Ooo

Tip Toe by the window

When the coast clear bust in through the back door

Unload a clip at your muh fucking head

Catch a rat in his trap

Now all his crew dead

That's what happens when you come at King Lex sort of sideways

And when I'm done I'll roast your body by the fireplace

Just know I'm a savage like that

Spike Lee know she gotta have it like that

Because I'm running this shit