Julian Bunetta - Put Em Up lyrics

[Verse 1] Put one in the air like the king's son For the heir to the kingdom That means I'mma be the king once the king done If he don't wanna leave then I might have to guillotine him I sing some but I rap a lot like the king's son Microphone checker all across the board you should king him Diamond mine my mind make princesses like king cum Every second worth of thinking Is enough to fill three rings like Ringlings That's how I kept it on the air is like a re-run And kept the kings comin' in obscene sums You see for me it's life or d**h like a king thumb Mean something That's why I don't play when I relay like a team run And treat every single day like a scene one Outlook on life like I ain't never seen none [Hook] I keep my back to the past tell it bye (bye) Face to the future tell it hi (hi) Everything is super so is fly (fly) Come and stick the fans up Go on and get your hands up high High High High [Verse 2] Post coast to coast gotta dose of every lingo The latest famous 80's baby like the dingo Who evaded pushing daisies, dodge bullets like Remo Remember like Ginkgo when we used to play bingo Used to be in awe with the pushers and the pimps own Now I flip cars like the ribs on the Flintstones Haters got mad and as sensitive as shinbones Had a Goodyear and my intention is to blimp on Even if I'm injured I'm gonna limp into the end zone From game one to the super like Karrine dome That mean I went to Disney World and you just went home It's Lupe and I ain't from there But they root for the away Yeah they stunned there Beautifully I play Gatorade the coach and tubas need to play now Usually I stay, put em on the roof with more truth for me to say [Hook] I keep my back to the past tell it bye (bye) Face to the future tell it hi (hi) Everything is super so is fly (fly) Come and stick the fans up Go on and get your hands up high High High High [Verse 3] The laboratory happy for me cause I'm back with my belongings Ferrari 'bout as red as when Carrie was the prom queen Think outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don King A glacier in Jamaica or a penguin out in Palm Springs Yeah, keep em in the air like a swan wing And Imma keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swing And my little shop with my terracotta pot You be talkin' bout your kush, you should come and hear my lawn sing So put them up like a robbery A Derrick Rose lob to me And watch and see I alley-oop it properly Football or volley-b, hock-el-y, or sock-el-y You just get the rock to me Try and put me down like Gaddafi over Lockerbie I'll lock you in a locker b Like Bruce Leroy, locked Johnny in a locker see Shock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin' me Hot as rocket bottoms or Kilauea lava be [Hook] I keep my back to the past tell it bye (bye) Face to the future tell it hi (hi) Everything is super so is fly (fly) Come and stick the fans up Go on and get your hands up high High High High