The King And I

A-doopy-doo-doo-duh I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube Blue suede shoes one missin' a shoe lace to it Two new chains you can call me 2 Chainz Ropes hang like Hussein's noose Woo Yeah they let the fruitcake loose Yeah It goes one for the trailer park two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp' I'm about to use the John What like Grey Poupon Dijon woo Money like a scroll bitch my paper long Yeah Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on Yeah 'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates Hey Yeah this the Jailhouse bitch and I don't give a- What And I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king today And if you don't like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up Yeah we 'bout to do this shit again Modus operandi bottle of blond dye Yeah Top five since I discovered peroxide What Yeah since I got signed Woo I went from pot pies To Jack and the Bean- Huh I'm watchin' my stock rise Woo These little attention seekers I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics What Got 'em all on pins and needles Yeah just like Ozempic meaning Give these little pricks the finger and when I stick this thing up It's higher than Wiz Khalifa Woo soon as he lit the weed up Huh As I go pickin' speed up Where like I was finna re-up Yeah Rap is my new Vicodin Suboxene is how I treat it Get it Still goin' toe-to-toe I'm still boxing with all my demons Yeah But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar- see ya Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose Why I got so many hit singles Yeah Bitch I barely have any wrinkles you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil So I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king today And if you don't like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again And it goes one for the trailer park two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again I stole black music yeah true Perhaps used it For what as a tool to combat school Kids came back on some bathroom shit Now I call a hater a bidet Why 'Cause they mad that they can't do shit Haha And I know I'm such a dick huh Yeah And it must be fuckin' with ya Yeah To know I up and quit the What Prescription drugs and liquor Yeah And yet my buzz is bigger Wow Still rappin' circles around you Yeah Like a boa constrictor Break it down Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels Between Elvis and me myself It seem obvious: one he's pale as me Second we both been hailed as kings He used to rock the Jailhouse and I used to rock The Shelter We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese Woo Let's go But y'all miss the meaner me back when I had felonies That went over your head because you just fell on knees You just literally knelt to me I used to have no self-esteem Yeah I used to cry myself to sleep What Honestly I need doubters because you motherfuckers Yeah Motivate me to make you look stupid Believers a little faith is all I seek from you All I need to do is hear you say the same shit My father said to me when I was just a week or two Marshall I be leavin' you Haha stupid No more Guinness Stout but my belief in myself Once again is stout Yeah so many world records I'm Guinness'ed out Huh Shit you say goes in and out Oh My ear canals so either my hearing's out Or I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king today And if you don't like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again