Souterrain King

[Verse 1] She like the way the sun hit the nice skin Tall nigga, living maniquen, last kin.. Can we share a 40? Split this thing 50/50 Cause what you got in your jeans kinda make me thirsty (thirsty) Yep you’d be worth, Thirsty (thirsty) (x2) Yep you’d be worthy, worthy, worthy.. You really wanna rumble with the Methane? Its something in your skin got me hooked like cocaine, I Cobain’d I’m lost on another plane When I pivot I pivot. I’m livid, live it to live it Whatever the vibe I’m feeling, (when I spit it, you hear it) x6 [Verse 2] Vibe kinda tight, wet cooch cool summer night Dim lights in a room rollin’ something right Vintage feel, dark shades, everything too bright Mixed with the cough syrup getting hella fried Hand on her thigh, hair colored dyed My kinda dream, dream for the blind But Ms. America I’m tryna get that kunt pie And I’ll eat your dude food like fried rice Fried right? City life no better life, run the streets yelling money ain't a thing Cash rules everything, all about the cream. F the law I’m an underground king When I try to, try to pivot, pivot; Better grab on the wings This be that teen spirit, RIP Cobain (bang, bang) [Sample Sings] [Vamp] Fried right? City life no better life, run the streets yelling money ain't a thing Cash rules everything, all about the cream. F the law I’m an underground king. X2 King, king underground king x4 Fried right? City life no better life, run the streets yelling money ain't a thing Cash rules everything, all about the cream. F the law I’m an underground king. X2 King, king underground king x4