Trippie Redd - KING of the HILLS lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd] (Oh my God, is that Louis?) Skrrt, skrrt (Big 14, know what the fu*k goin' on) Gang (800), ha [Chorus: Trippie Redd] And you know I'm the goat, baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill) I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid) I'm in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin', give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel) This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel, huh [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] These ni**as wan' be me, huh (Yeah, wan' be me) They won't win and beat me, huh (Won't beat me, yeah) None of this ain't CC, huh (Yeah, CC) Holy water, come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me) Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese's cup Turn her Reese's Pieces (Reese's Pieces), huh, let her su*k my Reese's Puff (Reese's Pieces) Told that b*tch, "Hop up on my D-I-C-K," (Uh, b*tch) Let that b*tch know, I don't P-L-A-Y (Ah) Took her to the crib and fu*ked that b*tch in my AND1's (Ah) I don't want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah) I don't trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah) ni**as throwin' blows, pussy b*tch, better land one (Bah) Talkin' out your ass, lil' jit, understand some' (Haha) The last ni**a did that sh*t lost his damn life [Chorus: Trippie Redd] And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill) I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid) I'm in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin', give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel) This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel, huh [Verse 2: Chris King] (Snot) I be locked up if the cops do [?], I spin his block like a ballet recital Bricks [?] off-white [?] with the [?], childish codeine in baby bottles I'm pushin' snow like Denver, Colorado, my cover girl hold my strap, super model Ain't get the message with the semi-auto (You will), I hit the tree hard as Sunny [?] (Blatt) Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto', I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto Ironic how I fill the opp with hollows, fu*k him, his mother really should've swallowed (Slatt) We gon' do 'em sicker than a snot nose, [?] rolls [?] condos [?] drug money, it ain't a bongo, shoutout to the jungles, that ain't the Congo Make a goofy skate, ni**a, mongo, got a Asian freak, bring [?] I can't kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah), turn a famous ni**as to a John Doe I whip up this brick old as a dino', sword torch beef like a gyro Independent, ni**a, what you sign for? Hittin' the bullseye with a blindfold (Snot), yeah, yeah [Chorus: Trippie Redd] And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill) I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid) I'm in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin', give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel) This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel) This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' b*tch, I'm not tryna feel, huh