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Amit Upadhye - Danny Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m a fuckin king never leavin' my throne
Bitches always askin' me why don’t you pick up the phone
Everyday I’m makin green I made it all on my own
Shooters always on my left they look like mister Capone


[Verse 1]
Tryna get my bills up like my name is Chauncey
Whole team shmoney dancin' like my name is Bobby
Tryna get them racks ASAP no rocky
Always iced out but I ain’t playin' hockey

VVS on my neck
Gimme all of that respect
Private jets, new events
Boutta break the Internet
Haters comin' at my neck
Hit 'em with the fuckin tech
Hit 'em with that heat cheque'
I don’t even need to flex

King of New York, I’m the king of New Jersey
How you talkin' all that shit if you ain’t even heard me
Fuckers call me Stephen curry cause I’m totin' that thirty
Now I got some competition but I ain’t even worried
[Verse 2]
Back with a capital B
And plain white tee
Motherfucka stop sleeping on me
Ima G with the keys
Smokin tree with the leaves
Ion need no release
On beat with technique
Make peace with police
Shoot 3s Ima beast
At peace I’m relieved
Why can’t you believe
Why can’t you agree
Jumpshot all green
Do it for the whole team
Got mills like meek

Ima slow it down so that y’all can understand
I don’t do it for the money man I do it for the fans
If you wanna fuck with me then I’ll be throwin' up these hands
I be making all this green yea I got a couple bands

Danny made a whole career off of controversy
Did he fake it to the top or was he really worthy
Snitching for his life some people think it’s fuckin dirty
It ain’t about the destination but the fuckin' journey
69 with the nine it might blow your mind
Fuck around a little more then I might be signed
I could see my vision even if I was blind
People always know that I be on the fucking grind

Killing the flow with a fuckin' beretta
You know I am better you know I am stellar
These rats want the cheddar
Raps hotter than pepper
Your bitch gave me brain ain’t talkin' professor
Your bitch is a beggar
Your bitch is a teller
Your bitch she be sending me all of these letters
I’m Drippin so hard just like the weather
Came from the bottom came out of the cellar


[Chorus] (x2)
I’m a fuckin king never leavin' my throne
Bitches always askin' me why don’t you pick up the phone
Everyday I’m makin green I made it all on my own
Shooters always on my left they look like mister Capone