KING OF CALIFORNIA Lyrics – Lil Darkie

Read the full KING OF CALIFORNIA lyrics by Lil Darkie along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Darkie’s music, you can also explore Guts and Liar, two other songs by Lil Darkie.

[Intro]
Yeah
(Hahahahahaha)
Lay ’em down, lay ’em down, lay ’em down
(Hahahaha)
B!tch
You know what the fu*k going on
We back
Lay ’em down, lay ’em down, lay ’em down, yeah

[Verse 1]
B!tch I’m back on my s*it like some TP (Ugh)
In the swamp like a crawfish, knee-deep (Yuh)
Middle finger to the feds and the P.D
Till I D-I-E it’s Cali on the I.D
A-R-K-I-E b!tch that’s me (Yuh)
She want my balls in her mouth like some thai tea
Don’t talk to me when I’m grubbing b!tch I’m tryna’ eat
Like I got O.F, these rappers wanna buy a feat
20 racks or I won’t even open up the MacBook
Break ’em down roll him up, smoke you like a Backwood
B!tch I’m higher than the logo for Paramount
Don’t say s*it unless it’s something that I care about, yeah
Where’s Darkie?
Don’t worry ’bout my whereabouts
Looking at me wrong, grab yo’ eyeballs and tear ’em out
The only beef I got is wagyu, bovine
Do you like a towel on a clothesline, air ’em out

[Chorus]
Lay ’em down, lay ’em down (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Lay ’em down
B!tch I feel like I’m the King of California, I need a crown
B!tch I’m a stoner, fu*k an eighth I need a pound
My Choppa made of memory foam, how it lay ’em down, yeah
And my Glock got a boner, he go to town
He can make it hot like Arizona when he around (Boom)

I spit it sick, like pneumonia in front a crowd
I feel like the King of California, I need a crown

[Bridge]
B!tch (Ay)
B!tch (Ay)
B!tch (Ay)
B!tch (Ay)
I said

[Verse 2]
I need a crown, you can put in on my head
I got bread like a bakery, you acting like a fed
How you talk to everybody like you friends?
My best friend a pad of paper and a pen
‘Cause I can tell him anything and he don’t tell a soul
I’m homies with the stick, but I keep it on the low
And I love the microphone, ’cause he listen to me go off
I’m at your home knock, knock, knock, kicking in the door
B!tch bow (Bow, bow)

[Verse 3]
Shooting like a movie
I go gorilla, give ’em black eyes, make em 2D
Boowee
To this s*it, I ain’t a newbie
I write a song, rap it and I’m loading up a new beat
It’s over
Trick or treat like October
My choppa tryna’ send ’em up to the Mars rover
B!tch
But he don’t want no smoke like he sober
Watch how you talking to the King of California
B!tch, bow (Bow, bow)
Lay ’em down, lay ’em down, lay ’em down

[Chorus]
Bi-Bi-B!tch I feel like I’m the King of California, I need a crown (Yuh)
B!tch I’m a stoner, fu*k an eighth I need a pound
My choppa made of memory foam, how it lay ’em down
And my Glock got a boner, he go to town
He can make it hot like Arizona when he around (Boom)
I spit it sick, like pneumonia in front a crowd
I feel like the King of California, I need a crown

[Outro]
B!tch
(Hahahahaha)
(Yeah)