Ruebx Qube - I'm a King Lyrics

Sweet...
Them Semi autos
And Henny bottles
Are hard to swallow
Niggas with Draco's in VIP
With Many models
Bitches that look like Demi Lovato
Dance with Diablo
Pablo Picasso
With the flow
It's like I hit the lotto
Now we can switch to an audible
Get you a bag what you ought to do
Sitting court side at the Oracle
They think I'm f*cking adorable
Your boy's grinding
I beat the odds with no problem
Came in the bitch with like 4thousand
We ballin now no public housing
And that's why
I'm a king in this bitch
Look at the bling on my wrist
Look at the ice on my chain
Look at the hoes on my dick
Don't want no Negative Vibes
I'm in this bitch to get lit
I got it locked like a pit
I be on that Rock star shit
Im like
Yeah
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm like Whoa Kemo-sah-bee
I flex like palates
I be son'n niggas
Call me Mr. Miagi
Pull up in this bitch
Like the fresh prince of Abu Dhabi
Paint got different colors
I Call that bitch Tekashi
Huh
Whoa
We keep it Lit
We with the shits
Don't need a potty
Mmmmm
Yeah
Without a hitch
I got ya chick
Down in the lobby
Mmmmm
Yeah
Hands in the air
Like it's a stick up
In a robbery
Throw them rose petals at my feet
Im Hip-Hop's King Jaffie
My Beats be rocking at Ultra
My gang's like Costa Nostra
My La Familia will roast ya
Straight out them penny loafers
You don't have no hands like poker
My Hoes they roll like coasters
I'm the shit
Like I told ya
I know you smell that odor
I'm what you call a commodity
Pull up in a ghost
No Halloween
I got more hoes that Mitt Romney
I fly your hoe on Economy
I get more brain than lobotomies
I'm a Savage nigga no apologies
Your baby momma acknowledges me
Cause I am a f*cking anomaly
I'm a king in this bitch
Look at the bling on my wrist
Look at the ice on my chain
Look at the hoes on my dick
Don't want no Negative Vibes
I'm in this bitch to get lit
I got it locked like a pit
I be on that Rock star shit
Im like
Yeah
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
I'm here to turn up
We turn up like a Bar Mitzvah
Y'all niggas sweet like twizlers
I cut hoes like scissors
No cap I snap like pictures
Snapchat with a filter
Cat nap with your sister
Cashapp me six figures
Got a hash contact from distance
What
Whoa
We do the most
I want the smoke
I hear the Crickets
Mmmm
Yeah
Hot off the stove
She got the rolls
Thicker than Biscuits
Mmmm
Yeah
Before you know
I'm at your door
Jahova witness
Nigga my bitch fine like tickets
This hoe slap like Pimpin