Lyrics Yeah ok fish gerald baby yeah aight Huh wut Man y'all are too down bad like dream ville I'm the real king of the hill You just be workin in a cloth mill Got a couple hunnid dollas ain't afraid to spend it Wanna battle me well then your career shall be end it Got some new shoes I be drippin Like blueface I'll hide the wetsign just to catch you slippin New chain it be shinin Rappin on beats I be rhymin Can't fuck wit fake freinds they be lyin Got rich didn't die Bithes been lies and can see them with my sight Test me I could smite Don't test me at my height I ain't wear no white I'm not a racist Og fans keep new ones gated Murdering these beats keeps me jaded Some of these rappers so trash each song they have degraded Alright that's that verse. Uhh hope you liked it. Aight the fish the gone BOW.