Kay P / Yung Shiva - Monkey D. Luffy lyrics

[Intro] (BC Gang) [Verse 1: Yung Shiva] n***as been grinding to gain that experience I see you hating but it ain't that serious unlocked my third eye while up in the pyramid cooking up ether, that's sprite with the syrup mixed came out the ashes, revive like the phoenix The sh** that I been through you wouldn't believe it I need that skrilla don't make me repeat it Your b**h on my dick, I got swag, I'm Black Jesus Get on my level you couldn't achieve it n***as be plotting they trying to deceive me My money large, you come short like a chibi Got swishers and sushi I'm smoking up seaweed Give me the green b**h I'm greedy n***as wack but want a verse for the freebie Flick of the wrist grant a wish like a genie Now I'm on a island with ho's in bikini's Somewhere in Fiji I get it bottled at the source 'lil b**h, I don't need your endorsements Up in my fortress don't come to my doorstep my n***as will push your wig back like some foreskin Out of this orbit, my n***a we corporate I wake up to weed and some c*nt in the morning Ya girl she adore me, said I get her horny, hitting up my phone like senpai don't ignore me n***as is corny they full of excuses, man f** your collabo bro I cannot do it BC the movement my n***as be moving I flex like Madara ten tails like the Juubi p**y you coochie get smacked out your coofie she leave you and choose me your ho is a groupie I feel like will smith boy my life is a movie Don't f** with no broke b**h because they got the cooties, ughhh [Hook: Yung Shiva] I be on the grind, all the time, money on my mind (repeat x2) flexing the check, swoo, whipping the wrist, b**h i'm the sh**, damn (wow) (repeat x2) Monkey D. Luffy, swoo, Monkey D. Luffy, i make bands stretch (repeat x2) I be on the grind, all the time, money on my mind flexing the check, swoo, whipping the wrist, b**h i'm the sh**, wow [Verse 2: Yung Shiva] b**h I'm so pretty just look at me Sell out the venue and that's why they booking me I'm on the stove in Atlanta just cooking heat I might just hit the b**h raw like I'm Booker T Pink bandanna on still repping the mob She slob on my knob like it's corn on the cob Your b**h she a bop, I just want to get top, I ain't worried about thots because I get a lot of a** I might go to Lenox pop a lot of tags I just took a n***a b**h he probably mad Go up in the trunk and let the shotty blast I just put these rappers in a body bag Man it's f** a hater I don't give a sh** I just stack my paper run the dividends n***a cut the check a couple M&M's Yeah it's BCBC ain't no getting in I done came up now n***as mad at me 20 on my dick, I'm the swag daddy I don't deal with labels trying to half-a** me These the same n***as that would laugh at me Now they want to be down and come chill with me but these fake n***as cannot keep it real with me I'm trying to stack this cash up to the ceiling b b**h I'm the truth and that's why your b**h feeling me I haven't murked a verse like this in a minute Drink a pint of lean it go straight to the kidney Get rich or die trying I feel like I'm 50 Don't f** with these lames because these n***as iffy I just hit the plug I get that in a jiffy p**y water type so I call her Misty I don't know you, I'm the man in my city My b**h look like Ca**ie I feel like I'm Diddy, ughh [Hook: Yung Shiva]