Chris King - Dangerous lyrics

[Hook/Chorus – Trippie Redd] We need some people that'll k** for us We need some people that'll die for us We need some b-----s that's gone ride for us Because this s--t is so dangerous This life I'm living, so dangerous The people around me, so dangerous The d** around me, so dangerous This money on me, so dangerous [Verse 1 – Rocket Da Goon] This life I chose this s--t get dangerous I'm doing so much d** I know this s--t get dangerous I'm hanging with the dope boys, you can't hang with us When I'm going through some things baby fill up my cup Please just leave me alone, I want to be in my zone In the studio late night, I don't even pick up my phone Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome Spinning the block two times, make sure you don't follow me home Politicking on a ticket me and my n----s trying to get it He said he want a chicken, I told him don't think about it, my n---a just get it Whatever you with, I'm with it, you already know that I'm with the big homie's right now and they trying to dress like Kodak I'm sipping on lean, I'm floating I pop me a Percocet I get in my emotions You don't know where I been or where I'm going I'm on Pluto right now, I'm focused [Hook/Chorus – Trippie Redd] We need some people that'll k** for us We need some people that'll die for us We need some b-----s that's gone ride for us Because this s--t is so dangerous This life I'm living, so dangerous The people around me, so dangerous The d** around me, so dangerous This money on me, so dangerous [Verse 2 – Chris King] They don't know I'm strange enough too play with guns The thing was, when cops come put your bangers up Your favorite model paid to f--k, you're rolling on they lacing yours with angel dust Spray em up you say too much Graveyard shifted a n---a he late too much Pull a pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him looking like he ate too much, God d--n Slime bucket on your snotty nose Quick kick left his body froze Seventeen inside the boot Like my n---a's off of Holly Grove F--k my blunt, I never got it rolled You walking lick and you a pot of gold I be sipping on lean till my body fall F-----g with rock is my hobby though Put your body where nobody knows You owing me, (?) Come out you f--k boy, what you hiding for Your funeral, soon (?) She give me good head like a honor roll And I got some good weed that Imma' roll I am a king you should honor most Stick to the script they didn't get a code Sipping on Wock but you know we don't run out of Tech Rocking Air Force 1's while gripping the Tec, that's a Nike Tec Phoneline tapped, feds love to intercept Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left If you come to disrespect [Hook/Chorus – Trippie Redd] We need some people that'll k** for us We need some people that'll die for us We need some b-----s that's gone ride for us Because this s--t is so dangerous This life I'm living, so dangerous The people around me, so dangerous The d** around me, so dangerous This money on me, so dangerous