King of the Dead

Bitch, I'm going ham
 I ain't wanna do this
 That's not how I am
 D-D-D-Do you know who the fuck I am
 How a best, like raven dam
 My nigga stripe like Toucan Sam
 Just like that little engine, I can
 Next time you search me I will be on demand
 I need a bitch let me sell my demands
 I need my text to be straight in advance
 If they ask who I am I say bitch I'm the man
 I don't think little bitch, I do
 It's just me, myself, and my crew
 If I show up they come through
 And if I fuck hoe, they fuck too
 Or bring yo' friend if they can't fuck you
 (Just let 'em know what they coming to do)
 I hope you know, I'm not playing wit' you
 When I tell you some shit this is almost the truth
 I-, I been on my own
 Tell me to chill, but I'm already cold
 Niggas be bitching, and acting like hoes
 Bitches be cheating, tryna act like my bro
 Why everybody miss playing The Robe
 That's how I know they don't know the code
 Call me, I'm never gonna answer my phone
 It's like me on airplane mode
 Feel like I'm crazy when I'm not on my zone
 Because when I taste blood, I get hungry for more
 You niggas ain't been on this level before
 She never sip on them Rémy before
 I'm like Apollo when my shit be dropping
 You're like Apollo when he met an adversity
 You get a concussion, don't want these precautions
 I'm young n I'm tugging, I'm coming from nothing, bitch
 (I don't want food bitch) I don't want food bitch
 (I just want bands) I just want bands
 (You heard the new drip) you heard the new drip
 (What's wrong with the yams) what's wrong with the yams
 (I'm on my fool shit) I'm on my fool shit
 (Bitch, I'm going ham) bitch, I'm going ham
 (I ain't wanna do this)