K!NG JØ$!AH

AIN'T YOUR AVERAGE JOE (feat. TylianMTB)

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Three-three-zero shit, huh? three-three-zero bitch, huh Okay, I ain't your average Joe I don't rock designer clothes Punch yo nigga in the face Now he got a bloody nose Left his homie in the ditch Watched his body decompose Got the ice up on my wrist And I'm bout to make it snow They say I can't fucking rap Nah that's bullshit, cut the cap Hit the drills and run some trap Bout to blow up off the map I'm the sprinter on your team Better watch out for the beam All these niggas see is red But I'm chasing fucking green Nigga, you a fucking fiend For the fucking nicotine Pull up on your fucking homie Leave a bloody murder scene On some killer shit like Scream And we smoking Russian cream Nigga, I don't need a queen Cause I pop out like a screen Looking like a fucking meme I don't mean to be obscene Boutta bust your fucking spleen I'm the demon in your dreams Nigga, I don't give a damn What you fuckers think I am Run this bitch like Uncle Sam Going hard in for the fam All this heat, I need a fan Chopper gonna, hit your man Bitch, I'm fly like Peter Pan Burn these niggas like the Klan Save the day like Spider-Man I ain't got no fucking plans Hit a lick and then I ran That's where all this shit began See me in the streets, you are in danger Danger, nigga, you don't know me I'm a stranger, stranger I got all the power like a ranger, ranger Snapping on this beat, I made a banger, banger Get the f*ck up off me, hoe Bitch, I'm running to the store Shoot a nigga fucking dead Let his body hit the floor Underground just like a mole Imma steal your fucking soul Bitch, I ain't no fucking troll How I pull up with the pole? Bitch, I'm always whipping bowls Shooting bullets, leaving holes Pull up to my fucking crib Nigga, you can't get a hold Killing beats that's already sold Make no profit, but I'm bold All this shit I could've told I won't bend or ever fold Make this shit sound really old Think I got a fucking cold When I pull up with a stick Hit your nigga with the blick All these niggas talking shit Imma bust your fucking lip Rocking red just like a blood When I pull up to your crib Nigga, I don't f*ck around Y'all just listen to the sound Put your homie in the pound Leave him looking like a clown Bitch, I'm bout to go to town Had to put your shooter down I'm the king, I stole his crown Left his body on the ground I don't got no one to please Bitch, I do this shit with ease And I'm flowing like some grease Got her begging on her knees I'm a nappy-headed nigga Running through the fucking streets Niggas want the fucking smoke I told them pull up to the Sheetz Like Chase Bank, I got big bucks I ride around in my Brinks truck Got a middle finger, give no fucks You broke niggas, you outta luck Count the money, yeah, add it up I'm a bulldog you a pup Bankrupt, you gon' get fucked I'm hitting niggas like hockey pucks I just chased the bag, nigga, you already know Pull up on your bitch Then I'm flexing on your hoe I just bought a strap Leave your nigga on the floor If a nigga want some beef Then we going toe to toe Ay, yuh, bitch, we going toe to toe I'm the realest nigga Run it back, I run the show Shout out to my niggas Reppin' double three-zero Stuntin' on these niggas Cuz I make this shit explode
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