Sam Tate - Gypsy King Lyrics

Yea Im getting to the paper while I blow this dope
Im just waiting on my time nigga Im bout to blow
Feeling like a carpenter how I lay out flow
She took a bottle to the next tryna ride this boat
I herd you in my hood thats a slippery slope
You looking worst than Wilder backed up on the ropes
Feeling like Tyson Furry how I'm bout to get Kronk
These hands so fast I can knock out a monk
Feeling like Tyson Furry how Im bout to get Kronk
Feeling like Tyson Furry how Im bout to get Kronk
Feeling like Tyson Furry how Im bout to get Kronk
Now Im riding through the city Im bout to roll one up
Now Im riding through the city I'm bout to roll one up
My bro got the bulldog he keep the 44 tucked
Put these rounds in a box like Coco Puffs
Ill make a nigga retire like Andrew Luck
Feeling like Tyson Furry how I'm bout to get kronk
Hit his ass with a jab and he thought he got jumped
You can ask C M yea I know he a Punk
And we taking big shits this revenge of the Klumps
And my flow so sick yea you might catch the mumps
And you know Im Gucci gang with this lil lil pump
And I got that good work employee of the month
You gone get yo ass dropped from the wrath of this punch
Yea He can catch the left hook
Hit him right in his chest get his breath took
Two piece and and a uppercut
Feeling like Tyson Furry how I'm bout to Kronk
Yea Im getting to the paper while I blow this dope
Im just waiting on my time nigga Im bout to blow
Feeling like a carpenter how I lay out flow
She took a bottle to the next tryna ride this boat
I herd you in my hood thats a slippery slope
You looking worst than Wilder backed up on the ropes
Feeling like Tyson Furry how I'm bout to get Kronk