Lyrics for Crown the Kings by Quality Control :
[Intro: Quavo]
f*ck it, crown the kings
You dig?
You know know what I mean?
f*ck it, crown the king
Benz truck for the queen
G.I.A, my rings
G.I. Joe, my team
f*ck what you mean
f*ck what you mean
Talking too cheap
Like money and green

[Refrain: Quavo]
n*gga look like we’ll, n*gga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
n*ggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
n*gga look like you’d snitch on a n*gga, yeah, you tell ’em
n*gga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 1: Quavo]
n*gga might think you FED’s the way you snap pictures
Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with n*ggas
Get what you earn when you ride with pistols
Trigger, finger, itching, itching R.I.P. to Pistol Pete
She hit that line, London Fletcher
Fish bowl, wrist swimming on the fish
Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat
I batted the bat
Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins)
I do all stunts, I kick like a football punt
You wanna talk loads? I made three mil this month
You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns
You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none

[Chorus: Quavo]
f*ck it, crown the kings
We’re living the dream
Crown the kings
Living the dream

[Refrain: Quavo]
n*gga look like we’ll, n*gga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
n*ggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
n*gga look like you’d snitch on a n*gga, yeah, you tell ’em
n*gga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 2: Offset]
Drown the ice with medicine
Drown your b*tch with the skeleton
I’m on the stove cooking elements
The skies the limit, I’m heaven-sent
Dripping the flies, a pelican
Buy me a zoo, I got elephants
They salty, these n*ggas not relevant
They copy the bros and it’s evident
Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat
My soul devoted
Bank rolls are loaded
Cash out, no notice
Rolls Royce came with a chauffeur
Stick in the couch and the sofa
Five Karat in my ear, it’s a boulder
Pass me the fire, smoke ’em
Me and my b*tch are like B and Hova
Go do a show in the ‘Sota
Stash the 100’s they mowed up
f*ck on your b*tch ’til she throw up
Stick to the code, don’t fold up
Boujee b*tch, her nose up
Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap
Hundred round drums, cold cuts

[Chorus: Quavo]
f*ck it, crown the kings
We’re living the dream
Crown the kings
Living the dream

[Refrain: Quavo]
n*gga look like we’ll, n*gga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
n*ggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
n*gga look like you’d snitch on a n*gga, yeah, you tell ’em
n*gga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I got every drug that start with a letter
Chickens is tender
With her she said I’m “like Souja Boy the way you tell em”
Breakin’ and enter
Free all my n*gga locked up in the cell, no cellular
I’m special, but first I was regular
f*ck the feds and free my n*ggas that’s federal
Couple scammers and some decimals
I’ma feed ’em to the animals
I let ’em play in the back with them lions
‘Til he run out of the stamina
I told him “he stealing” he told me I’m lying
I told him I got him on camera
Act like I wanna make music with ya
Just to hit you and your manager

[Outro: Quavo]
f*ck it, crown the kings
Crown the kings
f*ck it, crown the kings