Radio Silence

[Intro: King of Nothing] Say she don't suck Aw, baby just try it Add a lil' nut to your paleo diet And if you don't want radio silence Play me on your radio, I pray you don't mind this [Verse 1: King of Nothing] Ok she fine as it get She favor Tyra Collette Bitch I'm the black Timmy Riggins, dickin' her down in the flex She want givenchy the dress You know swarovski the neck She could be Audrey, sippin' coffee with that long cigarette You got that bomb silhouette Type that make it so hard to regret And I ain't really caught on to you yet But that's ok cause I'm sharp as Gillette, yo I digress My name Kon-nay from the trilla set Old Kanye on a twin cassette How the fuck you not made a decision yet We could either spark jays or my interest Now that all my sins confessed Hope you can predict what's next Holla if you want your skin caressed Take it back to where you live, cause my crib's a mess Tell me how I get this fresh Tell me how I been finesse Baby girl I know we skipped some steps But I did my best when you in distress [Chorus: King of Nothing] We ain't spoke since I been on my grind (but I don't hate you) Fact I had to let you know that I (appreciate you) Shawty anywhere you go know I'll (be right beside you) All your life girl I'ma hold you down (cause I'm a rider) Cause I'm a rider That's just how it goes, we keep the code like Hammurabi I ain't been around like I'm supposed to, I'll be honest But I ain't tryna clown with all these posers, I'm beyond it [Verse 2: King of Nothing] Fuck a college process A nigga finna drop out But 'less get a job next I'm livin' at my mom's house Think I got a complex, be good for me to calm down My old girl say I'm obsessed So that bitch screen my calls now I'm back in the kitchen But no baking soda (shakes and sodas!) Ain't heard from my chick since winter break was over, wait is over Ya'll ain't ready for my new shit You talk shit but won't do shit Got a few bitches on cupid And you can find me where my crew is That's squad squad till the pearlies, hoe Fuck you actin' surly for Run this shit for cardio You niggas looking very slow Asked me why I do this, told 'em Screwston and that dirty coast Y'all been actin' stupid just like stooges, Larry Curly Moe [Breakdown: King of Nothing] Say she want love One day she gon' find it Could've been us, bad luck, worse timin' But if you ever wonder how it all might end Just turn on your radio I need a punk to get the fuck up out my face I roll the blunt and pass that bitch to nancy grace I wrote the story of my life in dossier So I don't give a fuck 'bout what you got to say [Verse 3: King of Nothing] I don't care bout a hater That's like yolo to Jesus Bitch ain't no point in playin' Not if we don't go for keepers Eyes be so low from reefer, can't see my foes or polices Leavin' home every weekend so we can own 'stead of leasin' Flow like B-I-G with Jeezy, Yeezy and face mob They ask for features, shit I guess they want they fanbase robbed Don't quit your damn day job Wise up and bow down, hoe Fuckin' your life up every single time my soundcloud post