Kris Kasanova - Donski lyrics

Straight out the f**ing jungle f** being humble I'm growing n***as off top, like it's a royal fumble Bulldog without the muzzle You don't want no trouble This rap sh** is getting wack, I need another hustle And I can't f** with you Unless I know yo momma Cause that's exactly where I'm heading if we getting drama I'm sorry Your Honour I'm just in love with commas The hood Obama Black hoodies, and Benihanas These n***as they don't want it they, just say they do I'm the new King of New York, it's not debatable I run em down, gun em down, look what you made me do Talking sh**, and now we only eating baby food In that Mercedes coupe Navy blue Wavy duke Oh that's your baby boo That's crazy she said I'm her baby too (laughs) We could share her my n***a Yeah you brought her, but I wear her my n***a It's going down This is black skully Got a sandwich from the deli Talking work on the throw away celli Counting money in the telly f**ing this b**h until I'm smelly Only God can judge me What the f** can you tell me Piercing in her nose Thug Life across the belly I told her I'll be back, she call me Kris Makaveli If life's a dice game, then I'm a rob it If you getting money, you's a target Hit the mattress, hit the safe, I want all it Won't stop until these n***as forfeit I'm flawless Big dog, no fear on my heart I sic you You shiatsus All you can do is bark Me... Me? I got bite like a shark You f** around I tear this whole sh** apart It's going down I can run up in yo house Fondling your spouse Put the gun up to your scalp And take the work up out the couch I'm the one But, that's just word of mouth They still think I got connects Down South I'm that n***a, huh