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King Zane & K/Jo Presents: Channel Surfing

Rocket!

Rocket! (Prod. By Darkboy x Paryo)

Utters

Utters (Prod. CashoutBernard)

Under The Mask (True intentions)

Under The Mask (True Intentions) [Prod. Roshy!]

BANKAI!

BANKAI! (Prod. Kaan)

ORANGE PEELS

ORANGE PEELS (Prod. 13shadoww x mains)

hello!

hello! (Prod. JustxRolo)

idk why you guys keep begging me to drop this song, it's not thought-provoking or inspiring in any way 😭 this was never supposed to drop because I thought it sucked and it was just another "Joke song" but my friends like it so, here we are

Clock In

Clock In (Prod. Shoko X Upmadeit X Barthow)

(Lyrics)

Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
♪
FIRE!
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy, aye (Dough on dat boy)
He get flamed, yeah, we torched up dat boy (Torched up dat boy)
Throw it, make it rain, I got drip on me, boy (I got drip on me, boy)
Hey, bitch don’t make me chuckle, I got Rick on me, boy (I got Rick on me, boy)

Hey, up inside the penthouse like I’m Curious George, uh (Curious George)
Niggas tryna ride the wave, but they got no oars (They got no oars)
I’m tryna get to Snooki like I’m in Jersey Shore (Like I’m in Jersey Shore) 
I copped another pound, but I need me some more
I can’t get enough, show me all the love
Smoking all the drugs, numb it, now she wanna fuck 
Bitch, you know I’m turning up
Louder, I don’t give no fucks 
Stupid bitch, keep acting dumb 
Band for band, no one on one
I keep stacking ones on ones 
I think different (woah, chee!)
When I rap, I know that these niggas listen 
These niggas picking words, I be chefing in the kitchen
Y’all niggas fucking worms, leave y’all swimming with the fishes, huh (FIRE! Heyy)

Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
He get flamed, yeah, we torched up dat boy (Torched up dat boy)
Throw it, make it rain, I got drip on me, boy (I got drip on me, boy)
Hey, bitch don’t make me chuckle, I got Rick on me, boy (I got Rick on me, boy)

It get sticky icky (Ewwww)
Making wishes, she got red hair, look like icky Vicky (Like Shanks) 
I’m like fuck yo shiny teeth, it’s gon eat this blicky! (Boom!)
Must have landed up on Pluto, my dog turned to Mickey.
Damn.

Channel Surfing

Pillsbury Doughhboy

Stream Here!

Pillsbury Doughboy (Prod. K/Jo)

Human Music 2024. https://www.instagram.com/zane.jpeg/

That's Lame

That's Lame :/ (Prod. Kjo)

I've been sitting on this song for 3 years.https://www.instagram.com/zane.jpeg/

choppa!

choppa! *extended ver* (SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE)

Lyrics:
Chia, chia, chia, (FIRE!)
Let’s go! (Chia)
Chia, chia, chia

Aye, I be swinging like…
I be swinging I’m Peter
I’ve got green on all my pants, look at my bands, It’s fat like Peter (Chia)
Yeah, she watch me like a theater
She gon stress if I delete her (Click!)
If I pull up with that heater, watch out (Boom!)
There goes a Creeper 

I’on need no designer to flex on these lil niggas man… 
Fuck trends, we make em’ (Chia)
Fuck hoes, we take em’ (Chia)
Fuck banks, we break em’ (Chia)
And fuck Jakes, we shake them (Chia)

No Rocky and CeCe, tho (Shake it up, shake it up,hey)
We smoking on tree tree, hoe  (Shake it up, shake it up,hey)
Spy Kids, vision in 3D, hoe
Yo bitch, she tryna meet me, hoe
Yeah, you fucking with a Fe-fe, bro
Get them packs, yeah, they flip low
Money erected, watch it grow
Yo money like grass, that shit get mowed (Grrrr, aye)

Bitch, I’m on go time
Shoot a Galick Gun right at yo wig, fuck up your shoreline (Galick Gun!)
I can’t trip bout no lil hoe, lil bitch, yeah I’ve got concubines (Yeah I got hoes)
Yeah, we gonna blow this whole damn rap game like it’s Columbine!
Aye, lemme chill tho

Bitch, I’m colder than the Ice King
I don’t need a crown (Ooh, I’m way too chill)
Graduated, doing big things
Bitch, It’s going down (Bitch I’m blowing up)
All these hoes said that they miss me
When I come around (When I come to town)
Me and K/jo doing big things
When we play our sound (FIRE!, play that fuckin woo!)

Rocking Levi Jeans (Yeah)
T-Shirt say Supreme (Yeah)
Niggas, they can’t fuck with me, cuz I’m MVP (Yeah)
Touch that in my sleep (In my huh?)
Money rain on me (Yeah)
Niggas hate on me, let em sleep don’t wake the beast

I be swinging like (I be swinging)
I be swinging I’m Peter (I be swinging, huh)
I’ve got green on all my pants, look at my bands, It’s fat like Peter 
Yeah, she watch me like a theater
She gon stress if I delete her (Click!)
If I pull up with that heater, watch out (Boom!)
There goes a Creeper (Aye)
I be swinging like…
I be swinging I’m Peter
I’ve got green on all my pants, look at my bands, It’s fat like Peter (Chia)
Yeah, she watch me like a theater
She gon stress if I delete her (Click!)
If I pull up with that heater, watch out (Boom!)
There goes a Creeper 

Chia, chia, chia
Chia, chia, chia (FIRE!)

Peter Parker

Lyrics:
FIRE! (woah!)
I’m like yo what’s happening? (Yo what’s happening?)
Feel like Joker, gave her gas and now yo shawty laughing ouu, (Now she’s laughing) 
Bitch, I feel just like a shark loan, look at how I’m taxin’ (Oh now I’m taxin’)
Make that nigga break a leg because he’s always acting, Damn (Let’s go!)

I’m too smacked lil bitch, I’m hungry, know the pack it make me fast (I cannot eat)
Like the last line, how I’m moving man, I hope that I don’t crash (Skrrrrt)
You know I always got that loud, it smells, my momma found my stash 
I lost a bad chick got another in a week, don’t mean to brag (Aye)
Bitch I’m tripping, never falling 
Juicy J, lil bitch, I’m ballin' 
Unknown numbers steady calling 
Not with a gang, but we be mobbin’
Stole my nut, she Lara Croft 
Bitch, shout out Laura, had her coughing 

Taking pictures, counting money, bitch, I’m flexing all this cheese
Man, good could turn to bad, so bitch I say my life’s a breeze 
Bitch, I feel just like I’m Carti in 16, hoe I got steeze 
Ridin round, I’m seeing stars I’m in my whip, bitch, it got no keys (Yeah)
She like it when it rough, she on my skin, that little bitch just like a flea
Bieber fever, say I’m toxic, I’m like bitch what do you mean?
You got me bent, relive my stress lil mama touch up on my jeans
Ridin round lnside that 93, I’m steady getting C.R.E.A.M (Woo!)

Bitch I’m tripping, never falling 
Juicy J, lil bitch, I’m ballin' 
Unknown numbers steady calling 
Not with a gang, but we be mobbin’
Stole my nut, she Lara Croft 
Bitch, shout out Laura, had her coughing 
I know she liking how I’m talking 
I be limping when I’m walking 
Cuz the cash hang out my pocket 

Cuz the cash hang out my pocket 
Talking down, we pull out sockets 
Bitch, I blast off like a rocket 
Like a tag, we get it poppin ayee (FIRE)

Laura Croft

Laura Croft (Prod. K/Jo x King Zane!)

Lyrics:
FIRE! 
BUH BUH!
Momma said that I was heaven-sent 
She said I could run for president (True story)
Pops crew call me president 
My favorite band not a president (True story)
Star power, yeah I’m changing colors (Changing colors like Mario)
Pink and blues, got my favorite numbers 
Big body, big body, thick shawty, pulled up in a fucking Hummer (Skrrrt)

Like ouu, niggas been stealing my moves (They stealing my moves)
He tryna be X, he’s not Ken Carson, trash dem fucking shoes (He not no Opium)
Niggas cannot be themselves, so I’m just like the fuck who is you? (Like who is you, hey?)
He tryna be mysterious, at the same time fucking cool
I used to struggle with image, but now I envy myself  (“I wanna be like King Zane”)
I’m getting so much money, tryna stack it and make wealth 
Yeah, these niggas be so sick, tryna get you with bad health (Eww)
Staying solid like I’m Snake, nigga, move in with that stealth (In that box!)
Nigga, I don’t fuck with snakes unless they going on my belt (On that Gucci nigga)
Nigga, you said fuck my kindness when I was showing you some help 
And I could never switch up once I tell you how I felt 
Play em right, you playing chance with the cards you’ve dealt (I passed em’ out too)

Pass me the wood, we gon burn up the tiki (Lighter!)
Throw her a band and she turn to a Fe-fe (Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up)
My diamonds gon dance when they shine, it say hee hee (Dance! dance! bling blow)
Make songs in real life, the girls all go tee hee 

And Niggas be drip watching (Hey, what?)
Look at my wrist, I know it glistens, yeah, little bitch
I know that shit talking (Woo! Let’s go, let’s go)
Aye, these niggas be slidin’, these niggas be slippin’, these niggas be slick
Keep with that shit talking 

Dropped some niggas off cuz they was jacking my swag (Jacking my swag)
I’m Working for so long, I’m up in thrift stores, I’m poppin’ off tags (I’m poppin’ off what?)
Like pose, choppa it gon flash (It gon flash)
2D, that boy got magged (That boy got magged)
Captian Ussop, burn his flag (Bow bow!)
Aaha, fuck boy stay mad (Let’s go!)
Died and came back like a zombie 
Niggas going ape, Harambe 
Moving like I’m Al Pacino, came in with a loaded Tommy 
Used to be real dusty, mixed the vans up with the Abercrombie (With the Abercrombie, damn)
My bitch she bad, like hot tamale 
Slide in, I can’t say I’m sorry 

Fuck no, can’t trust these niggas (No, no, nah)
Smoke gas, can’t pop no jiggas (Pop no woah)
Count it up, got 5 6 figures 
These niggas pussy, stay in litters (Ah, ah!)
Po up, want more than a liter?
Burned down the roof down, so bitch I’m your leader 
Niggas be acting, they cap for the theater 
She want dinner, this dick, it will feed her (Holy shit)
Got a thermal, my scope is gon read ya 
Niggas hide behind masks like they Sia (Woah, woah)
Love my life, bitch, I would hate to be ya
Count in light years,  I fucked up the meter 
Talking shit, niggas turned to a preacher (Phew, chee!)
She’s so bad and she came with nice features 
Try to slide then she’ll block and delete ya! 
Destined to blow up just like I’m a- (Boom boom boom boo-)

I want diamonds, I want gold
Bitch my paper, it don’t fold 
Yeah I treat her like an omelet, I’m gon stuff her, make her fold (Nigga)
And my money color fading, all my racks is looking old 
And money? Call it shrooms, all my cash all looks like mold

Cuz niggas be drip watching (Chee, let’s go)
Look at my wrist, I know it glistens, yeah, little bitch
I know that shit talking (It’s talking back to these lil niggas)
Aye, these niggas be slidin’, these niggas be slippin’, these niggas be slick
Keep with that shit-talking (They got, they got halitosis breath) 
Nigga, they got that halitosis breath, they keep on shit talking

Drip Watchin'

Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
♪
FIRE!
Pillsbury, dough on dat boy, aye (Dough on dat boy)
He get flamed, yeah, we torched up dat boy (Torched up dat boy)
Throw it, make it rain, I got drip on me, boy (I got drip on me, boy)
Hey, bitch don’t make me chuckle, I got Rick on me, boy (I got Rick on me, boy)

Hey, up inside the penthouse like I’m Curious George, uh (Curious George)
Niggas tryna ride the wave, but they got no oars (They got no oars)
I’m tryna get to Snooki like I’m in Jersey Shore (Like I’m in Jersey Shore) 
I copped another pound, but I need me some more
I can’t get enough, show me all the love
Smoking all the drugs, numb it, now she wanna fuck 
Bitch, you know I’m turning up
Louder, I don’t give no fucks 
Stupid bitch, keep acting dumb 
Band for band, no one on one
I keep stacking ones on ones 
I think different (woah, chee!)
When I rap, I know that these niggas listen 
These niggas picking words, I be chefing in the kitchen
Y’all niggas fucking worms, leave y’all swimming with the fishes, huh (FIRE! Heyy)

Pillsbury, dough on dat boy (Dough on dat boy)
He get flamed, yeah, we torched up dat boy (Torched up dat boy)
Throw it, make it rain, I got drip on me, boy (I got drip on me, boy)
Hey, bitch don’t make me chuckle, I got Rick on me, boy (I got Rick on me, boy)

It get sticky icky (Ewwww)
Making wishes, she got red hair, look like icky Vicky (Like Shanks) 
I’m like fuck yo shiny teeth, it’s gon eat this blicky! (Boom!)
Must have landed up on Pluto, my dog turned to Mickey.
Damn.

Pillsbury Doughboy

Lyrics:
Ouu, I’m getting money (Ooh yeah, let’s go!)
These niggas they switched on the kid (They switched on the kid yeah)
These niggas go and stabbed my back, yeah, they think that they slick (I’m getting money)
I’m getting money, lil bitch I’m getting rich (I’m getting money)
Yeah bitch, I’m counting paper, look at my fucking fits

(Aye, chee!)
Got that bag and ran it up, and they still switched up on the kid 
Talking shit behind my back, these niggas really think they slick, fuck it 
Let em’ talk shit, I’m committed to hunnids 
Most of these niggas committed to nothing 
Bitch I’m Houdini, turned nothing to something 
These niggas be clowns, got these fuck niggas crumpin’
Like damn, she licking me up like a froyo 
I got niggas stuck, cross my fingers like Gojo
Choppa kick shit, we gon aim at yo dojo 
Love to spin back, all my niggas are yoyos (FIRE!)

I’m telling them stories like Yoyo (Hey)
Out like a ranger, lil bitch gotta go go (Bih, gotta go!)
Bass got you deaf like you listen to so-so 
Travel to France, then week I’ll hit Soho 
She like how I rock (She like how I roll)
Bitch, I go stupid like my name is Snot 
She sucking me up till the nigga see snot 
If it’s bout Zane, niggas talking a lot 
Real rudebwoy, buss yo blood clot (Bow, bow)
Sweep the rap game, nigga go and grab a mop (Go and grab a mop lil nigga)
Ain’t worried bout shit, my shawty on lock 
Bass boom hard, make yo heart stop

Got that bag and run it up, and they still switched up on the kid 
Talking shit behind my back, these niggas really think they slick, fuck it 
Let em’ talk shit, I’m committed to hunnids (Ouu yeah, lets go!)
Most of these niggas committed to nothing (They switched on the kid)
Bitch I’m Houdini, turned nothing to something (Ouu yeah, lets go!)
These niggas be clowns, got these fuck niggas crumpin’ (They switched on the kid)
Like damn, she licking me up like a froyo (Ouu yeah, let's go!)
I got niggas stuck, cross my fingers like Gojo (They switched on the kid)
Choppa kick shit, we gon aim at yo dojo 
Love to spin back, all my niggas are yoyos (NEW CONTEST)

I’ll sing to yo bitch like I’m Jodice
Yeah, the pack got me smacked, got a hold on me 
I Can’t trust no one, niggas fold on me 
Ya’ll niggas be bitches, y’all hoes to me (Aye)

She swallow my finger, she cursed 
Breaking her heart now she all in a hearse (Aye, yuh)
It’s sad cuz she don’t go to church 
Now she all up in one and she all in the dirt
Niggas be mad cuz they feelings all hurt
Move like a heartless, oh yeah,  we gon lurk 
Custom ink on his body, that niggas a shirt
Bitch, I move just  like SpongeBob, I put in that work 
She off that juice, she get loose 
I smoke gas, can’t sip no booze
With a bitch bitch, she got big boobs
Bitch I’m out with the birds, you snooze you lose 
Big two-seater, came with plus twos
Times that five, so you know they tens
I’m fucking on shawty, but I like her friends
Never mind that bitch I’m worried bout M’s, aye (FIRE!)

Committed 2 Nothing

Lyrics:
Damn, shawty shot my heart down (FIRE!)
Up inside my brain, yo this shawty loves to run round, yeah (Oh, oh)
Cheat code, got her going up down 
True to herself, so she don’t give a fuck now, yeah (She don’t give a fuck, yuh)
Yeah, she got True on her belt, and she fucking with Patrick, we smoking on kelp (Oou)
Do you want love or my wealth? 
I don’t care bout yo body I care bout yo health 
So what’s on yo mind?
Not enough time?
Open your feelings to me, come on cry 
Move like a fox, there’s no need to be sly
When you look in my eyes, I could tell that you shy
Oh why, why do you lie?
Straight to my face, and come back with a smile
You make me sick, I’mma throw up, that’s bile 
I could move slimy, yeah I could move vile (FIRE)
Reflecting my mood, is that what you gon’ call it?
Get rich just like Roddy, you know I be ballin’ (You know I be ballin’ bitch)
I Pick up the phone, every time that you calling 
Can’t trust what you say if I’m just being honest  (I’m just being honest, bitch)
Like fuck out the way if I’m just being honest (I’m just being honest)
If I don’t get paid, would you finally be honest? 
But If you step out, then I probably have lost it 
Yeah, it’s real hard to bounce back from a boss bitch 
Girl, some bout you just different (Chee!)
When you talk, baby girl I’ll listen 
Loose shoelace, you got me trippin (Ouu)
Buss that hen, I got her sippin 
She come round she got me skippin (Yeah)
Don’t front, she got y’all trippin too
Like chess, I’m watching all her moves 
Like me, that shawty hella cool (Yeah)

Ooh, girl, like here we go again
You Keep on Playing games, but now I’m done with them
It always goes the same, and I know how this ends
When you make up your mind, then you could call me then

Huh, what? Now you got me confused
You drive me crazy, girl (Drive me crazy, girl)
And now you turning U’s (Now you turning U’s)
 Ooh, damn, all these bipolar cues
Tried to get close, but you…
But now i’m over you (FIRE)

What a Mood! (Bipolar Cues)

What A Mood! (Bipolar Cues) Ft. K/Jo

Lyrics:
Oou, (Oh, yeah)
How I got rich?
Stack that paper up, cuz i ain’t no bitch, hey

Click, click, flash, take a pic (Take a pic)
Drippin so damn much, she like my fits, hey
Count them big C notes, but I ain’t no Crip, hey (But I ain’t no Crip)
I can’t fuck that hoe, she smells like fish, hey
I can’t get into it bout no bitch
Get my money, smoke my weed, bitch, my life is criss 
Bitch my dollars crips, yeah, my benji’s crisp
Mouth is staying crisp, cuz my diamonds talk with lisp

Aye, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I’m working too hard, I want the fame, fame, fame
Used to be my dawg, nigga, now you lame, lame, lame
Pimp, walk with purpose, little bitch, I came with cane, cane, cane
And a thang, thang, thang, she giving brain, brain, brain
I’m like bang, bang, bang, Sosa (Sosa Baby)

I’m like, what we doing today?
I’m like, how we getting paid? 
I remember when I wasn’t eating, now I’m getting cake
Now I’m flexing on these young niggas, fuck you to your face yuh!

Click, click, flash, take a pic (Take a pic)
Drippin so damn much, she like my fits, hey
Count them big C notes, but I ain’t no Crip, hey (But I ain’t no crip)
I can’t fuck that hoe, she smells like fish, hey
I can’t get into it bout no bitch
Get my money, smoke my weed, bitch, my life is criss, aye
Bitch my dollars crips, yeah, my benji’s crisp (Aye)
Mouth is staying crisp, cuz my diamonds talk with lisp
Aye, hey, hey, hey

Hold up, I don't mean to snitch
But girl, you got bikini bottom, I smell a fish
Got her legs around me, I'm stuck in the abyss
Tried to ride the wave, but I abandoned the ship

I'm the uno
Make bread, get dough
Chase bands, blue notes
I can’t go broke
She like K/jo
Yes girl, I know
Take pic, photo
Say cheese, I pose

Click, click, flash, take a pic (Bitch, take a flick, oh)
Drippin so damn much, she like my fits, hey (She like the drip, oh)
Count them big C notes, but I ain’t no Crip, hey (I ain’t no Crip, no)
I can’t fuck that hoe, she smells like fish, hey (Think I’m gon be sick, gross)
I can’t get into it bout no bitch (No)
Get my money, smoke my weed, bitch, my life is criss (Yep)
Bitch my dollars crips, yeah, my benji’s crisp (Damn, Oh Yeah)
Mouth is staying crisp, cuz my diamonds talk with lisp
Aye, hey, hey, hey

Bikini Bottom

Bikini Bottom Ft. K/Jo

molly!

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Fanboy & Chum Chum

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Quentin Tarantino

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breadwinner

breadwinner Ft. dan sams (Prod.  Eem Triplin x DARKBOY)

Zane.
Prod. nejdos

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captain save a hoe

captain save a hoe [MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW!]

yeah that's me.
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Space Kid

Space Kid (Prod. Naz3nt) MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW!

Pressure!

Pressure! [bad bitch! 2] (Prod. Unknown Beats)

say hello to my little friend!*

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On Yo Ass!

On Yo Ass! (Prod. Curtains)

#smokingongerry

#smokingongerry (Prod. lock)

Ouu, These niggas not touching my groove
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Emperor's New Groove

Emperor's New Groove (Prod. smazzebeats)

Planet Sheen

Planet Sheen (Prod.  Nnovad)

Lilo & Stitches

Lilo & Stitches (Prod. Stardustszn)

Ok Cool!

Ok Cool! (Prod. BOWSY)

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