Something Else lyrics - King Von
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
Von
Man, I'm a hard workin' nigga like a bricklayer (Uh-huh)
You a hard workin' sitter like a bench player (Mhm)
You ain't even in the game, you a spectator (You a spectator)
And I'm onto the money, I'll be back later (I'll be back later)
Talkin' money, then you talkin' my language (Yeah)
I keep a small circle, but we all on the same shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you should be ashamed (What?)
'Cause it's plenty to be made, how the fuck you gon' explain it? (Huh? What?)
You broke niggas gon' starve where I come from (Where I come from)
And you gotta have heart where I come from (Where I come from)
Ain't no handout, nigga, it's a cold world (Nah)
So you gotta go hard where I come from (Boom)
Get-get-get off your ass and go get it
You want somethin', go get it (Uh)
I witnessed that shit ain't gon' come to you (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
I'm tryna get me some millions, (Huh?) if you talkin' business (Huh? What?) we got somethin' in common, I fuck with you (Dang)
'Member days I was broke and ain't have shit (Uh-huh)
Wearin' hand-me-down clothes, livin' nasty (Uh-huh)
And I shoot it by myself, I don't pass it (Boom)
I'm thumbin' through these hundreds, it's a passion (Boom, boom, gang, gang)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (Nah)
If it ain't about money, then it's somethin' else (Then it's somethin' else)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (Nah, nah)
If it ain't about money, I don't talk about it (Don't talk about it)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (No)
If it ain't about money, then it's somethin' else (Uh, uh)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (Nah)
If it ain't about money, I don't talk about it (What? Huh?)
I'm committed to the money like a marriage (Uh-huh)
Get the Ms and repeat it like a parrot (Uh-huh)
And I'm loyal to the money and the money only (Yeah-yeah)
Keep a ratchet 'cause I keep a lot of money on me (Boom, boom)
I'm the hottest and the sun can't compare to me
'Cause I've been on fire like a lighter and some kerosene
And I ain't tryna kick it if you broke, it might embarrass me (What? Huh?)
I'm in another brackets, so you niggas stop comparin' me (On gang)
Then I jumped off the porch, I was shootin' shit (Boom, boom)
I was hungry, I was sick and tired of strugglin' (Boom, boom)
Graduated to a mill', I'll feed you
I do it for my people, as long as the money still comin' in
Whole lot of blood, sweat and tears in this shit
I did years in this shit, it ain't promise, it's possible (Promise, it's possible)
I cannot lie, I be real with this shit (Huh? What?), I be livin' this shit, my success, I'm responsible (Success, I'm responsible)
Bitch, you could fall off any day now (Uh-huh)
But it's your own fault if you stay down (Uh-huh)
And I ain't tryna talk to no failures (Nah, nah)
'Cause I don't know what the fuck to tell you (Nah, nah)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (No)
If it ain't about money, then it's somethin' else (Mhm)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (Nah, nah)
If it ain't about money, I don't talk about it (Don't talk about it)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (No)
If it ain't about money, then it's somethin' else (Uh, uh)
And I don't wanna talk about nothin' else (Nah)
If it ain't about money, I don't talk about it (What? Huh?)
Took Her To The O lyrics - King Von
(Banger)
Von, Von
Huh? What?
Von, Von (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Just got some top from this stripper bitch, she from Kankakee
Just bought a Glock with a ruler clip, boy, don't play with me
This bitch a ho, met her at the store, you know how it go
She wanna smoke, so I bought some dope and took her to the O
Just got some top from this stripper bitch, she from Kankakee
Just bought a Glock with a ruler clip, boy, don't play with me
This bitch a ho, met her at the store, you know how it go
She wanna smoke, so I bought some dope and took her to the O
We in the car, she don't live that far, say she left her purse
And I ain't trippin', you know Von a player, we can go there first
I bust a U, pulled up to her spot, she live by the park
It's gettin' dark, my Glock on my lap, I'm just thinkin' smart
So she hop out, she switchin' and shit, this bitch thick as shit
She got two minutes, if she ain't back out, then she gon' need a Lyft
She left her phone, so I picked it up, this ho slow as fuck
Nine missed calls, three of 'em from Mom, the other six say Duck
Now I look up and I see a truck, it's just pullin' up
Someone hopped out, a big goofy nigga, he tryna look tough
I'm like, "What? What he tryna do?" So I clutched my move
But he kept walkin', he don't want no smoke, boy, he not bulletproof
Just got some top from this stripper bitch, she from Kankakee
Just bought a Glock with a ruler clip, boy, don't play with me
This bitch a ho, met her at the store, you know how it go
She wanna smoke, so I bought some dope and took her to the O
Just got some top from this stripper bitch, she from Kankakee
Just bought a Glock with a ruler clip, boy, don't play with me
This bitch a ho, met her at the store, you know how it go
She wanna smoke, so I bought some dope and took her to the O
She walk out, she stop in her tracks, she get to steppin' back
Then I hear smack, this big goofy nigga, he pullin' her tracks
I wanna help, but this ain't my ho, you know how it go
Don't got no cape, I still got her phone, she takin' too long
She get loose, she run to my car, so I hit the locks
Tossed her her phone, told shorty I'm gone, bitch, you on your own
But here come goofy, he hollerin' and shit, yellin' 'bout a bitch
Picked up a brick, he merched it on Brick and threw it at my whip
Now I'm like, "Shit," I hopped out so quick, then I raised my blick
And I don't miss, I let off two shots, I hit him in his shit
Now, Von, think quick, what you finna do? 'Cause this gon' make the news
Gotta make your move, told that bitch, "Get in," 'cause she lookin' confused
I broke the rules, 'cause this bitch a witness, plus I just popped dude
But she ain't cryin', plus this ho was smilin' and this bitch looked cute
So we slide out, I'm checkin' my mirrors, made it to the house
Told her hop out, she say that she hungry, I nod back, "No doubt"
"I know you mad 'cause I smoked your man, left him on the curb"
She started laughin', she say, "Fuck that nigga, he from 63rd"
Just got some top from this stripper bitch, she from Kankakee
Just bought a Glock with a ruler clip, boy, don't play with me
This bitch a ho, met her at the store, you know how it go
She wanna smoke, so I bought some dope and took her to the O
Just got some top from this stripper bitch, she from Kankakee
Just bought a Glock with a ruler clip, boy, don't play with me
This bitch a ho, met her at the store, you know how it go
She wanna smoke, so I bought some dope and took her to the O
And took her to the O
Huh? What?
Took her to the O
Huh? What?
You know how it go
Huh? What?
This shit ain't for show
Run up, then I blow
Took her to the O
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
You know how it go
On Yo Ass lyrics - King Von & G Herbo
[King Von:]
Chopsquad
What?
Chopsquad DJ on the beat
Von
Huh, I'm a motherfucking problem (Motherfucker)
Huh, I'm a motherfucking problem (Bop)
Niggas running up on me (Huh?), gon' need a motherfucking doctor (What?)
I done shot too many niggas, need another fucking chopper (Boom, boom, bitch)
Huh, what? I'm a motherfucking problem, little nigga (Bah, bah)
Huh, what? I'm a motherfucking problem (Bah, bah)
Niggas running up on me (Huh?), gon' need a motherfucking doctor (What?)
I done shot too many niggas, need another fucking chopper (Boom, boom)
Ooh, shit I'm on your motherfucking ass (On your ass)
Come outside, I'm in your motherfucking grass (I'm in your grass)
You still in school? I'm in your motherfucking class
I got Varney behind the wheel, he do the motherfucking dash, huh (Vroom-vroom)
Huh, why I still run the city? (Run the city)
Got these drums in our guns, call 'em titties (Call 'em titties, nigga)
I got power, call me 50 (Just call me 50)
little nigga want smoke, he gon' get it (Come and get it, nigga)
Riding through Chiraq (I'm in the city, nigga)
Catch a nigga lacking, shoot his back (With that .50, nigga)
Don't see nobody, where these niggas at? (Where they at?)
I've been lurking for so long, ran out of gas (Bitch I'm mad, ho)
I saw 'em at the store but I ain't have my mask
This the last fucking time that the opps getting a pass (On my mamma, nigga)
Huh, I'm a motherfucking problem (Motherfucker)
Huh, I'm a motherfucking problem (Bop)
Niggas running up on me (Huh?), gon' need a motherfucking doctor (What?)
I done shot too many niggas, need another fucking chopper (Boom, boom, bitch)
Huh, what? I'm a motherfucking problem, little nigga (Bah, bah)
Huh, what? I'm a motherfucking problem (Bah, bah)
Niggas running up on me (Huh?), gon' need a motherfucking doctor (What?)
I done shot too many niggas, need another fucking chopper (Yeah, boom)
[G Herbo:]
Graduated from the streets, I'm a motherfucking scholar (You know)
Sober on my first hit, ain't need no motherfucking yoppa (Uh-huh)
Pulled on niggas block with Glocks, sound like a motherfucking chopper (Brra)
Balling on these fuck boys, I pop my motherfucking collar, ay
G Herbo (G Herbo)
Mention Chiraq, gotta say G Herbo
Posted in the hood, I ain't worried 'bout opps
Know all the little kids wanna see Swervo (Swerve)
I keep a .40 Glock, not a fur coat
High speed on the cops, it's a turbo (Skrrt)
We don't Internet, bet the streets spread the word though (Yeah)
Boy, these bitches hot-hot, Disco Inferno (Boom-boom)
If them niggas sliding, fuck we sitting on the curb for? (What?)
Percs have niggas itching but them bitches give you a urge though
Merch mask, we'll put them bitches on a purge though (Yeah you know that)
[King Von:]
Huh, I'm a motherfucking problem (Motherfucker)
Huh, I'm a motherfucking problem (Bop)
Niggas running up on me (Huh?), gon' need a motherfucking doctor (What?)
I done shot too many niggas, need another fucking chopper (Boom, boom, bitch)
Huh, what? I'm a motherfucking problem, little nigga (Bah, bah)
Huh, what? I'm a motherfucking problem (Bah, bah)
Niggas running up on me (Huh?), gon' need a motherfucking doctor (What?)
I done shot too many niggas, need another fucking chopper (Boom, b-)
2 A.M. lyrics - King Von
Von
Von
Von, Von
It's 2 AM (Uh-huh)
We leaving the club, heard the opps outside
Told folks' nem spin that bend (Spin)
Muwop did him dirty, now it's hot outside (Hot, hot)
Fuck your homie and fuck your kin (Nigga, fuck 'em)
They don't never pop out and the opps don't slide (Nah)
Nigga look at this chain if he wanna (What?)
New Glock 26 leave him wet like tide (Boom, boom)
Nowadays niggas die for a name (Ooh)
If you move, don't think beefing gon' change (Uh-uh. Nah, nah)
You get hit from a distance, that's aim (Boom, boom, that's aim)
Pop his partner, he walk with a cane, damn (Damn, damn)
Rerock, jumped his gate, now I got me a free Glock (Stain)
Make him dance, ain't talking 'bout TikTok (Yeah, yeah)
Shoot up his whip, it won't help at no pit-stop (Huh?)
Speak on the gang, that's a way you can get popped (Boom, boom)
12 bust a U-turn on the striker (Skrrt)
This a Hemi, little boy, better kick rocks (Vroom, vroom)
Can't put no more guns in my videos (Nah)
ATF and DEA know they ain't props (Nah, damn, damn)
High-speed shit, we don't ever do stops (Nah)
I'ma bring out the chopper for this (Rrah, rrah)
We gon' slide through his block with the sticks (Rrah, rrah)
Police rush, don't get caught in the blitz (Run, run)
If you lacking, get caught in the mix (In the mix)
SRT down the 9 with the 6 (Skrrt, skrrt, the 6)
My little niggas be killing for kicks (For some kicks)
Call up Choppa, he sending the bricks (Sending the bricks)
They ain't blood, but they leaching like ticks (Leaching like ticks)
Model hoes, they be all up on my dick (All on my dick)
.223, 5.56, you can pick (You can pick)
When a witness ain't there it won't stick (Boom)
Huh? What?
When a witness ain't there it won't stick (Boom)
Huh? What?
Ain't no room, could you get off my dick? (Get off my dick)
Huh? What?
That bitch left me in jail, now she sick (What?)
I'm a savage, I'm straight from the WIIIC (What? What?)
This a hit, I don't think I could miss (Boom, boom, boom)
It's 2 AM (Uh-huh)
We leaving the club, heard the opps outside
Told folks' nem spin that bend (Spin)
Muwop did him dirty, now it's hot outside (Hot, hot)
Fuck your homie and fuck your kin (Nigga, fuck 'em)
They don't never pop out and the opps don't slide (Nah)
Nigga look at this chain if he wanna (What?)
New Glock 26 leave him wet like tide (Boom, boom)
Nowadays niggas die for a name (Ooh)
If you move, don't think beefing gon' change (Uh-uh, nah, nah)
You get hit from a distance, that's aim (Boom, boom, that's aim)
Pop his partner, he walk with a cane, damn (Damn, damn)
Rerock, jumped his gate, now I got me a free Glock (Stain)
Make him dance, ain't talking 'bout TikTok (Yeah, yeah)
Shoot up his whip, it won't help at no pit-stop (Huh?)
Speak on the gang, that's a way you can get popped (Boom, boom)
Down Me lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(It's Budda Beats)
[Lil Durk:]
Niggas tryna down me who I grew up with
Bitch tryna down me, bitch, don't do that shit
Just don't play with me, 'cause they gon' kill no matter who you with
I be with all the killers in my city no matter who you get
Yeah, everybody points, no matter who you get
Please don't play with Durkio 'cause you will get your Tooka hit
Better hide your ho, just don't get caught inside that Uber shit
I'm too big to rap about my opps, that's just the mood I'm in
Last nigga play with Nuski name, I bet he won't do it again
It's not six to twenty-four no more, it's more like thirty-six
I done took some L's, broke as hell, kissing' all the thots
I done turned up, got myself a check, richer than all the opps
[King Von:]
First day out, I'm smoking Tooka, I'm feeling all the drops (All the drops)
Second day out, I got a Glock, I'm hitting all them blocks (All them blocks, nigga)
Third day out, I'm tired of fucking, I hit all the thots
Niggas calling, talking 'bout my brother, you into it with all of us
Boy, I don't give a fuck what you saying, nigga, pull up
Heard he found out where the fuck we stay, he still ain't do nothing
Big shottas got a Glock and a K, you niggas poo-putting
Fuck you got your gun license for? You ain't gon' shoot nothing
All my niggas killers, when it's time, you won't know who coming
Duke and Muwop shoot something, got two fifties, they one hundred (Boom)
I been waiting at this nigga crib since like two something'
Fuck it, first nigga out that door, he got a suit coming
[Lil Durk:]
I'm a savage from the 'Raq (Yeah)
Plus I dyed my dreads
Last nigga played about that shit, foenem fried his ass
Who you say you killed, nigga? Yeah, you lied again
I'ma get on your ass, but Von worser, that's the badder twin
[King Von:]
Yeah, and if we miss, then we gon' slide again (Slide again)
You die, the doctor bring you back to life, we kill your ass again
And he ain't got nobody else to call, we done killed all his friends
We spinned the bend, the nigga looked just like him, so we killed his twin, uh
Got me sliding on the opps (Got me sliding on the opps)
I'ma shoot, if you ain't shooting, you get shot (You be dying)
I got a cooler on the Ruger when it's hot
Lil' nigga dissing me and now we shooting up his block (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Rollin lyrics - King Von (feat. YNW Melly)
(Dr. Flow)
Von, Von
Huh? What?
Melly, what you on, gang?
[YNW Melly (King Von):]
We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot (Boom, boom, boom)
[YNW Melly:]
You don't want no pressure, boy
You know I'll stretch you, boy
You said that you with it, I will light you up like Skechers, boy
Have your ass running right after the bell ring
Man, these bitches wanna fuck, my 30 got a dingaling, bang
My 30 got a dingaling, bang
She say she wanna fuck a nigga, gang
I turn up in the booth like I'm Lil Wayne
She eat the dick like some filet and chicken wing
We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shots
We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot
[King Von:]
She know I buy everything (Everything)
Louis shoes, Givenchy sneaks
They know I tote everything from four-five Glocks to MACs, 16s
Blue and white say, "Clear the scene"
I did it, but it wasn't me
'Vestigation room, they tryna beat us
Boy, we ain't gon' win (Stop)
I just need a bad ho, I can't stand no mad ho
Popped so many niggas that my nickname should be Rambo
We shooting out the windows, Duke, he got a flip-phone
I nicknamed him King Kong, Melly all the Tooka gone (Damn)
[YNW Melly:]
We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot (Boom, boom, boom)
We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shots
Same As Us lyrics - King Von
(Banger)
See, I got my chain from Izzy
And, bitch, I'm a gangster really
Won't fight, I tote the glizzy
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Von
See, I got my chain from Izzy (Uh-huh)
And, bitch, I'm a gangster, really (Uh-huh)
Won't fight, I tote a glizzy (What? Uh-huh)
And if you want smoke, then, bitch, come and get it (Boom, boom)
On the blocks when I get to the city (Oh yeah)
Everyone be smilin', they miss me (Uh-huh)
All the hoes that pass me be whisperin' (Oh yeah)
"Girl, that nigga Von can get it" (On gang)
See, I'm so street and, bitch, I'm dangerous
If you ain't killed nobody, you can't hang with us (Boom, boom, boom)
Ain't tryna kick it, boy, I heard you snitchin' (Nah, nah)
All my old hoes say I been changin' up
I won't lack, keep my banger tucked (Uh-huh)
And all you old rappers need to hang it up (Uh-huh)
And they don't tote fifties 'cause they ain't gettin' busy
Boy, these niggas ain't the same as us (Boom, boom, nah, nah)
I'm thinkin' 'bout paintin' the city (Uh-huh)
I might do a hit out the Bentley (Boom)
All in her mouth but my kids on her titties (Boom, boom, boom)
All of my niggas, they crazy and deli (Yeah)
My lil' bitch act like Keisha from Belly (Yeah)
Mind on that murder, I'm screamin' free Melly
Can't do no free features, lil' nigga, just Zelle me (Just Zelle me, uh, huh?)
I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' the Rover (Vroom, vroom)
I'm thinkin' 'bout runnin' 'em over (Skrr)
Then do a hit, probably blow out the motor (Boom, boom, boom)
I saw your bitch and I told her, "Come closer" (Come here, uh-huh)
I ran it up, did this shit like I'm 'posed to (Just like I'm 'posed to, uh-huh)
He actin' tough, put that boy on a poster (Boy on a poster, boom)
She wanna fuck, so I crack, then I ghost
See, I got my chain from Izzy (Uh-huh)
And, bitch, I'm a gangster, really (Uh-huh)
Won't fight, I tote a glizzy (What? Uh-huh)
And if you want smoke, then, bitch, come and get it (Boom, boom)
On the blocks when I get to the city (Oh yeah)
Everyone be smilin', they miss me (Uh-huh)
All the hoes that pass me be whisperin' (Oh yeah)
"Girl, that nigga Von can get it" (On gang)
See, I'm so street and, bitch, I'm dangerous
If you ain't killed nobody, you can't hang with us (Boom, boom, boom)
Ain't tryna kick it, boy, I heard you snitchin' (Nah, nah)
All my old hoes say I been changin' up
I won't lack, keep my banger tucked (Uh-huh)
And all you old rappers need to hang it up (Uh-huh)
And they don't tote fifties 'cause they ain't gettin' busy
Boy, these niggas ain't the same as us
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Message lyrics - King Von (feat. NLE Choppa)
[King Von:]
(Banger)
Knock on them
Send' 'em a message
I don't even text
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Ay, send him this message (Huh, what? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother
Ain't nobody special (Ain't nobody special, yeah, yeah)
It's coming through wet, we don't need no phones
I won't do no texting (I won't do no texting)
Watch when I catch him (Just watch when I catch him)
He gon' wish he ain't met (He gon' wish he ain't met)
Ay, send him this— (Boom, boom), ay, send him this— (Boom)
Ay, send him this message (Huh, what? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother
Ain't nobody special (Ain't nobody special, yeah, yeah)
It's coming through wet, we don't need no phones
I won't do no texting (I won't do no texting)
Watch when I catch him (Just watch when I catch him)
He gon' wish he ain't met (He gon' wish he ain't met)
Ay, send him this— (Boom, boom), ay, send him this— (Boom)
Ay, send him this message (Boom)
I got the drop on the nigga, I'm thirsty
I hope that he ready (I hope that he ready)
I called his cousin, that bitch tried to run
His legs turned spaghetti (His shit turned spaghetti)
These bullets heavy (These bullets, they boom)
Turn his brains to confetti (Boom, boom)
My little niggas, they savage (Boom, boom, boom)
Now I'm on his brother (I'm on his brother)
I got the drop from a bitch named Kia, she say, "He a sucker" (She say, "He a sucker")
She called me and told me to come through the back (Huh, what?)
I think that he trust her (I think that he trust her)
He should never fucked (He should never fucked)
'Cause now he done fucked up ('Cause now he done, what?)
The bullets, they hushed 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
Ay, send him this message (Huh, what? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother
Ain't nobody special (Ain't nobody special, yeah, yeah)
It's coming through wet, we don't need no phones
I won't do no texting (I won't do no texting)
Watch when I catch him (Just watch when I catch him)
He gon' wish he ain't met (He gon' wish he ain't met)
Ay, send him this— (Boom, boom), ay, send him this— (Boom)
Ay, send him this message (Huh, what? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother
Ain't nobody special (Ain't nobody special, yeah, yeah)
It's coming through wet, we don't need no phones
I won't do no texting (I won't do no texting)
Watch when I catch him (Just watch when I catch him)
He gon' wish he ain't met (brrt, he gon' wish he ain't met)
Ay, send him this— (Boom, boom), ay, send him this— (Boom)
Ay, send him this message (Boom, on God)
[NLE Choppa:]
Ay, send him this message, this shit could get deadly (This shit can get deadly)
Don't aim at your belly, we shoot at your melon (Brrt)
I'm keeping my gun, but bitch, I'm a felon (No cap)
We keeping these bowls, you know we gon' sell it (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm living deadly, I pray to the reverend
I step in your party (ay), you know we gon' wreck it (ay)
You make the wrong move, this shit can get hectic (ay)
Whole lot of shots, getting shooting like Collin Sexton (ay)
Popped me a Perc, now a young nigga too high (Yeah)
Pour that green up, purple my knee high (Yeah)
Keep me a gun you could call me "G.I." (Yeah)
Nigga want smoke, then he can come see about it (Yeah)
Don't none of these niggas be stepping to me (Bitch)
Put that boy in the air so he gone in a breeze
little shot with the Drac' bullet take off his knees (Brrt)
Face shot with this chopper (Brrt), I knock out his teeth (Brrt, brrt)
[King Von:]
Ay, send him this message (Huh, what? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother
Ain't nobody special (Ain't nobody special, yeah, yeah)
It's coming through wet, we don't need no phones
I won't do no texting (I won't do no texting)
Watch when I catch him (Just watch when I catch him)
He gon' wish he ain't met (He gon' wish he ain't met)
Ay, send him this— (Boom, boom), ay, send him this— (Boom)
Ay, send him this message (Huh, what? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother
Ain't nobody special (Ain't nobody special, yeah, yeah)
It's coming through wet, we don't need no phones
I won't do no texting (I won't do no texting)
Watch when I catch him (Just watch when I catch him)
He gon' wish he ain't met (He gon' wish he ain't met)
Ay, send him this— (Boom, boom), ay, send him this— (Boom)
Ay, send him this message (Boom)
Broke Opps lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Von
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
I popped me a Perky, a 30
I'm higher than a bitch, boy, ain't nobody perfect (Ain't nobody perfect)
If I take a L, I'm back on that corner (Huh? What?)
I'm hustlin', ain't nobody servin' (Ain't nobody servin')
Get booked 'cause somebody workin' (Somebody workin')
He told, I know that's for certain (I know that's for certain)
Get caught, I'm closin' his curtains (I'm closin' his curtains)
We scored another conversion (Boom, boom)
Designer Givenchy
All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas (Feel like it's Christmas)
Speakin' of Christmas
Come get your ho, I be climbin' all up in her chimney (All up in her chimney)
We sharin' the ho if she friendly (She friendly)
Ain't see him, he gone, he missin' (He missin')
Won't see me in the back of a Bentley (What? What?)
Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented (Boom, boom)
Walk up, ain't doin' no drives-by (Nah)
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild little nigga from the Southside (Southside)
Nigga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I fucked your bitch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they're hurtin' (Their broke ass)
My niggas, they're too official (Uh-huh)
Send a text, they get right with you (Get right with you)
Y'all was somewhere playin' monkey in the middle (Huh? Huh?)
We was tryin' to put on for some guns when I was little (Boom, boom)
If he still alive, we gon' meet him at the 'spital (Meet him at the 'spital)
On the jail call, gotta talk in a riddle (Talk in a riddle)
Ho said she love me, she gone tat' my initials (Tat' my initials)
Nigga move foul, get to blowin' like a whistle (Boom, boom)
Fuck that, let's talk about Louis, Amiri and Gucci and Prada and shit (What? Huh? Huh? Huh? Boom, boom)
When I go to the store, they're closin' the door and they're bringin' me bottles and shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck that, let's talk about that little one-fifty I spent with my lawyer and shit (Gang)
My gun don't punch, it kick (Boom)
Get with the shit or get hit in your shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
Walk up, ain't doin' no drives-by (Nah)
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild little nigga from the Southside (Southside)
Nigga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I fucked your bitch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they're hurtin' (Their broke ass)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Trust Issues lyrics - King Von (feat. Yungeen Ace)
[King Von:]
Why you won't answer your phone?
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
Baby girl, just come home
Von
Bitch, why you ain't answerin' that phone? (Your phone)
What's wrong? (What's wrong, what's wrong?)
I've been callin' all goddamn night
It's five o'clock, girl, it's time to come home (Girl, it's time to come home)
What you tryna be, grown? (What? What?)
Bitch, let a nigga know (Bitch, let a nigga know)
The hoes love me like the pope (What?)
No handcuffs, bitch, let a nigga go (Bitch, let a nigga go)
Bitch, I'm Von from the O
I'm tryna talk to your soul (Tryna talk to your soul)
Gotta ride with the pole
I take the wheel, she just roll (Take the wheel, she just roll)
And I taught her this shit
I should be labelled her coach (Should be labelled her coach)
She like the life that I live
That bitch be callin' me "GOAT" (She be callin' me "GOAT")
For real, chill (Chill)
I'm tryna make me a mil' (Me a mil')
I'm tryna show you what's real (Show you what's real)
I'm tryna get out the field (Get out the field)
I'm tryna kill it for real (Kill it for real)
We need a house on a hill (House on a hill)
She like when I buy her Chanel (Buy her Chanel)
If you love me, then bitch, keep it real
[Yungeen Ace:]
I'm like ring, ring, ring, you ain't answer my phone (You ain't answer my phone)
Bitch, what's goin' on? (Like what's goin' on)
You been lyin' to my face, you been gone all day (Like bitch)
Bitch, you ain't been home
Oh, you think I'm a ho, you keep tryin' me (I'm not)
I'm callin' your phone, you declinin' me (Hmm)
Oh, you cheatin'? Yeah, ho, get the fuck out
Girl, I thought you was real, I don't know now
And I keep it too real to be lyin' to me (Like ooh)
It's us 'gainst the world, just you and me (You and me)
I was lookin' for your love, playin' hide and seek (Ooh)
Girl, you stabbed me in the heart, I was too blind to see (Ooh)
You gotta excuse me, I'm from the streets
I just be road-runnin' (I just be road-runnin')
You gotta teach me how to love
I still don't know nothin' (I still don't know nothin')
I got trust issues (Von)
[King Von:]
Bitch, why you ain't answerin' that phone? (Your phone)
What's wrong? (What's wrong, what's wrong?)
I've been callin' all goddamn night
It's five o'clock, girl, it's time to come home (Girl, it's time to come home)
What you tryna be, grown? (What? What?)
Bitch, let a nigga know (Bitch, let a nigga know)
The hoes love me like the pope (What?)
No handcuffs, bitch, let a nigga go (Bitch, let a nigga go)
Bitch, I'm Von from the O
I'm tryna talk to your soul (Tryna talk to your soul)
Gotta ride with the pole
I take the wheel, she just roll (Take the wheel, she just roll)
And I taught her this shit
I should be labelled her coach (Should be labelled her coach)
She like the life that I live
That bitch be callin' me GOAT (She be callin' me GOAT)
GOAT, GOAT the GOAT
Yeah, I be goin' through her phone (Goin' through her phone)
She act like she right when she wrong (Right when she wrong)
I kick her out, then I tell her come home (Baby, come home)
I got her IG and shit on my phone (Shit on my phone)
I think she cheatin' when she singin' songs (She singin' songs)
I think she textin' when she on her phone (She on her phone)
I'm fuckin' her good, she doin' me wrong
I ain't worried 'bout another nigga, little bitch, you trippin' (Trippin')
I keep shit pimpin'
And I ain't never really thought about tyin' no knots (No knots)
But for you, I'm willin'
See, I can't be cuffin' no thot (I can't be cuffin' no...)
My heart broke, it been through a lot (My heart broke, it been through a...)
I'm givin' you all that I got (I'm givin' you all that...)
If he play, then he gon' get shot (He gon' get shot)
If he play, then he gon' get shot (Been through a lot)
My heart broke, it been through a lot (All that I got)
Girl, I'm givin' you all that I got (I'm from O'Block)
But bitch, you know I'm from O'Block (Boom, boom)
Bitch, why you ain't answerin' that phone? (Your phone)
What's wrong? (What's wrong, what's wrong?)
I've been callin' all goddamn night
It's five o'clock, girl, it's time to come home (Girl, it's time to come home)
What you tryna be, grown? (What? What?)
Bitch, let a nigga know (Bitch, let a nigga know)
The hoes love me like the pope (What?)
No handcuffs, bitch, let a nigga go (Bitch, let a nigga go)
Bitch, I'm Von from the O
I'm tryna talk to your soul (Tryna talk to your soul)
Gotta ride with the pole
I take the wheel, she just roll (Take the wheel, she just roll)
And I taught her this shit
I should be labelled her coach (Should be labelled her coach)
She like the life that I live
That bitch be callin' me "GOAT" (She be callin' me "GOAT")
Don't Want To Be Me lyrics - King Von
(Know to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) What?
Von, Von
You don't know what the fuck I been through, nigga
The fuck I done lost
Huh? What?
You don't wanna be me (Nah)
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah (Huh?)
You don't wanna be me (Nah)
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me (Uh-uh)
It was hard in the streets (It was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (Huh? What?)
It be hard in the streets (It was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (Damn, damn, damn)
You don't wanna be me (Uh-uh)
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah (What?)
You don't wanna be me (Uh-uh)
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me (Uh-uh)
It was hard in the streets (It be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (Huh? What?)
It be hard in the streets (It was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (Damn, damn, damn)
It was hard just to make it (What?)
Real shit, I ain't saying no fake shit (Uh-uh)
Grew up 78th, grandma basement (What?)
Then we moved to Parkway, it was gated (Damn, damn)
I'm like, "Damn, where we stayin'?" (What? Huh?)
First night, gunshots, they ain't playin'
Had to sleep on the floor, we was on the first floor (Boom, boom, boom)
Boy, stay away from that window (Boom, boom, boom)
See, this where it started (Yeah, yeah)
Three floors, eight floors, them apartments (Yeah)
Section 8, baby mamas and toddlers (Huh?)
Killers, rapers and robbers (Damn)
See, I adapt to that shit though
I had to fight everyday, I was still new (I was new)
They ain't know me, we ain't go to the same school (Same school)
Probably mad 'cause I always had on new shoes (Damn, damn)
See, that's what that crack do (Yeah)
Stepdad sellin' drugs in the trap too (Yeah, huh?)
Used to have his own place in the house too
Grandma used to say he was bad news, huh? (Damn, damn)
Fuck that, I'm in high school (I'm in high school)
Hyde Park, food fights in the lunch room (In them lunch room)
Got jumped on the bus one time too (What? What?)
Same day, Joey came up to the school too (Damn, damn)
Then shots got to ringin' (Boom, boom)
Caught Joey in the act, Gucci leaked him (Boom, boom)
He got hit in the side, but he breathin' (Damn)
Police right there, he was tweakin' (Damn)
But this how it started (Yeah)
You don't wanna be me, I'm retarded
Locked up, sixteen for a robbery (What?)
Mama, come see me, I'm sorry, please (Yeah)
You don't wanna be me
All the shit I done done in the streets (Huh?)
All the shit I done lost, I done turned myself a boss
Can't believe I lost LilBossT, damn
You don't wanna be me
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah
You don't wanna be me
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me
It was hard in the streets (It was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
It be hard in the streets (It be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
Now life got different (Got different)
I done did my time, I'm chillin' (I'm chillin')
2012 if you wanna be 'pecific (What?)
I lost O and Patoon, that killed me (Damn)
See, that's changin' the plans now
All that shit I said in jail ain't the plan now
Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out (Boom, boom)
See, I'm tweakin' again (Huh? What?)
Lost Sheroid, I can't see him again (Huh? Damn)
Now I'm back out skiin' again (There he go, come here)
I mean slidin', ain't no motherfuckin' hiding, nah, uh
Nines, forties, extensions (Uh-huh)
Keep it movin' if you not the victim (Uh-huh)
Mind your business, we don't need no witness (Uh-huh)
Heard you got you a son, better kiss him (Huh?)
'Cause shit'll get crazy (Yeah)
He get caught and he say that you made him (Damn)
Bullet holes in his mouth, straight face him (Boom, boom)
All the thoughts in his head, just erase 'em (Boom, boom)
Now back to the basics (Uh)
Back booked, eight months, that's crazy (That's crazy)
Four-five Glock on me, no safety (No safety)
Police hopped out, then chased me (Damn)
I got caught, I was tweakin' (Damn)
Back in jail with a celly, he stinkin' (Damn)
Kayla told me, "Fuck them hoes, they freakin'"
God put you back in here for a reason
You don't wanna be me (Nah)
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah
You don't wanna be me
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me (Uh-uh)
It was hard in the streets (It be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (What? Huh?)
It be hard in the streets (It be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
Back at it again (Yeah)
Took some time, now I'm back out the pen (Out the pen)
Lost my brothers L'A and J-Money (Damn)
House arrest and I'm totin' the Sig (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the band (Band)
Spin the block if you miss him again (Again)
Run up, hit his chest and his head (And his head)
Roll him up, now we smoking the dead, damn (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
See, '14 was bussin' (It was bussin')
Leave him there, don't touch him, he gushin' (He gusin')
He was tough, he got shot, he pussy (He pussy)
Ambulance couldn't make it, he cushy, damn
Now I'm back on my dummy
Investigation room, this is not funny (It ain't funny)
I'm not hungry, you keep your bologna (You can keep it)
Let me out 'cause they ain't got shit on me, huh?
Now me and Varney slide (Slide)
Got a bitch in the car, she just drivin' (She just drivin')
We hopped out, we was blastin' and wildin' (We be wildin')
Guns so loud we ain't hearin' the sirens (Boom, boom)
But 12 'nem was comin' (What?)
We ain't talkin', no time for discussion
Took the case, man, that bitch was one hundred
Until she fucked on the opp, now she nothin', damn
Damn, damn, damn
They don't wanna be me
All the shit that I did in these streets
Nigga, I probably can't get no peace
Can't even go to sleep
Catch a nigga, put his ass to sleep, what?
Huh? Little nigga, you don't wanna be me
Little nigga, you don't wanna be me
Block lyrics - King Von
I do the dash on the cops
I do not fuck with the opps
Nah, nah, nah, Von (Ear Drummers)
I spent the night on his block (On his block)
He want to come outside one day (Uh-huh)
I do the dash on the cops (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Goin' two-twenty down the runway (Skrrt, skrrt)
She in the bed with the opps (With the opps)
You can see the snake all in her face (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Bitch I don't play, Glock and SK make him empty the safe (Boom, boom)
I spent the night on his block (On his block)
He want to come outside one day (Uh-huh)
I do the dash on the cops (On the cops, vroom, vroom, vroom)
Goin' two-twenty down the runway (Skrrt, skrrt)
She in the bed with the opps (With the opps)
You can see the snake all in her face (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Bitch I don't play, Glock and SK make him empty the safe (Boom, boom)
I fell in love with the block
Bitch, I'ma buy that hoe one day
I fell in love with the Glock
With a Smith & Wesson, Berettas in they case
I think that we need to stop
Them boys better stomp around my way
Bullet to the face
'Cause ain't no face, then ain't no case
Bitch I done been in all the trenches
I'm talkin' East side to the low end
Man, I done fucked all the bitches
I want Mimi and all her friends
BJ gon ball em with me
See I like the smaller bitches
He like the taller bitches
Man, I'm tryna fuck all the bitches
I spent the night on his block (On his block)
He want to come outside one day (Uh-huh)
I do the dash on the cops (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Goin' two-twenty down the runway (Skrrt, skrrt)
She in the bed with the opps (With the opps)
You can see the snake all in her face (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Bitch I don't play, Glock and SK make him empty the safe (Boom, boom)
I spent the night on his block (On his block)
He want to come outside one day (Uh-huh)
I do the dash on the cops (On the cops, vroom, vroom, vroom)
Goin' two-twenty down the runway (Skrrt, skrrt)
She in the bed with the opps (With the opps)
You can see the snake all in her face (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Bitch I don't play, Glock and SK make him empty the safe (Boom, boom)
I gave a bitch a penny, ho gon' eat me outta house
Think I'ma jump in the Bentley, Dior shoes when I hop out
Who else you know rock like this? Tote a .45 Glock like this?
Black Gucci socks like this? Your boyfriend not like this
But this what you do, link at the stu'
You and your crew, y'all can come through
We got the talk, and a lotta tools
And nigga try to rob, I pity the fool
I got some Crips that be dressin' in blue
I got some homies that's Mexican too
They understand when I tell 'em to shoot
They be like, "Who?" (Who? Boom)
I spent the night on his block (On his block)
He want to come outside one day (Uh-huh)
I do the dash on the cops (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Goin' two-twenty down the runway (Skrrt, skrrt)
She in the bed with the opps (With the opps)
You can see the snake all in her face (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Bitch I don't play, Glock and SK make him empty the safe (Boom, boom)
I spent the night on his block (On his block)
He want to come outside one day (Uh-huh)
I do the dash on the cops (On the cops, vroom, vroom, vroom)
Goin' two-twenty down the runway (Skrrt, skrrt)
She in the bed with the opps (With the opps)
You can see the snake all in her face (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Bitch I don't play, Glock and SK make him empty the safe (Boom, boom)
Str8 lyrics - King Von (feat. Tee Grizzley)
Ahaha, Lamest
[King Von:]
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
It's never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (Uh, uh)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
It's never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (Uh, uh)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
Bitch you in the way
Your salary minimum wage (Broke bitch)
You real or you fake?
Them statements cannot be replaced (Uh, uh)
I give and I take (What?)
They copy and follow my pace (They follow my pace)
We winning the race (What?)
Three dead and that's just in one day (That's just in one day)
See, I take the drums on the road (What?)
Them choppas with me at the show (Boom)
I grew up with nothing but killers
They talkin' and speakin' in code (What?)
Reload, unload, and reload (Boom)
Ain't fucking, then she gotta go
She looking like I'm speaking Spanish
I'm just saying, "I'm letting you know" (Just letting you know)
Ain't counting no bodies from past tense (Uh, uh)
I'm catching shit, ain't no passing (Boom)
I'm celebrating my new money (Huh)
Y'all dead broke on that mad shit
Trackhawk Jeep, it be the fastest (Vroom)
Bad bitch, she got her ass did
We ripping and racing through traffic (Move out the way, bitch)
I'm praying, I hope I don't crash it
[King Von & Tee Grizzley:]
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)
Look at they face (Look at them niggas)
This why they hate (Baow)
It's never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (Gimme that)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)
Look at they face (Look at them niggas)
This why they hate (Baow)
It's never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (Gimme that)
You lose when you play
[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, hollows blew up in his face, now they need his dental records (He a John Doe)
I got professional texters, come through with choppas, and send you a message (Grrra)
Pick up that bag, and hit jewelers and jack it, this Louis V jacket, a few niggas stash it
I get that work and my boo, she gon' stash it
Yo' bitch average, plus she bagless
Trackhawk booted, exhaust sound just like a dragon, ayy
Touch a nigga from Chiraq, see more bullets than Madden, ayy (Brrra, baow, baow, baow)
Instagram bitch in the 'telly, countin' my rackies, give me some Becky (Some neck)
Remember I was sleeping in the trap, laying on the floor with the Glock on my belly (Strapped)
Got a few dollars and bought me a Pelle' (Yeah)
In a good way, how my closet is messy (Yeah)
I don't chase niggas, get hot with the dessy
Turn his dreads to meatballs and spaghetti
[King Von:]
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
It's never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (Uh, uh)
You lose when you play (Uh)
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
It's never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (Uh, uh)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
3 A.M. lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Von
Now, it's three in the mornin' (Uh-huh)
I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this lick (Yeah)
I know what y'all thinkin', I'm bogus (What?)
I'm supposed to be home with a bitch (Nah, nah)
Nah, see, I pay the rent, yeah, and I got a kid, damn
Plus, his pockets thick (What? Huh?), the shit I'ma take he won't even miss (Gang, gang, gang)
Now this shit a risk 'cause I asked about him and he play with sticks (Yeah, yeah)
But it is what it is, if that nigga reach, then I'm bustin' his shit (Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, see, he better not flinch, nah, 'cause my finger itch (Yeah, yeah)
But here come his whip, but he ain't alone, he came with a bitch (Damn, damn, damn)
See I ain't changin' no plans, it is what it is, I am what I am (Bitch, I am what I am)
And if his bitch got some sense, when I up this blick this ho better get down (His ho better get down)
From the look this ho Burberry'd down (Burberry'd down)
From the look this bitch bag say Chanel (Her bag say Chanel)
From back here she a ten on the scale
I think I might just take her as well (Gang, gang, gang)
Let me stop bein' silly, they goin' in the buildin', I'm goin' in with 'em (I'm goin' in with 'em)
God, please let him do what I say, if he don't, you gon' be comin' to get him (You gon' be comin' to get him)
See, I'm high and a little bit of tipsy
But I'm focused, I'm thirsty, it's in me (Yeah, yeah)
Caught him lackin', put the Glock to his kidney (Huh? What?)
He start shakin' and squirmin' and fidgetin' (Don't move)
Told the bitch, "Don't look my way," if she do, her whole face gon' be missin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she stay with her face to the wall, so I guess that she got the picture (I hope that she got the picture)
I want the money, it could be so simple (It could be so simple)
And your jewelry shit look official (Shit come out lookin' official)
If he play, gun blow like a whistle (Boom, boom)
Pat him down, look, what? I found his pistol (What? Huh?)
Looked to the right 'cause I heard a giggle (What?)
Turned around and this bitch my sister (Damn)
"Ayy, Kayla, why you dressed like a hooker?
And all the niggas that you fuck with be pussy?"
Damn, look, man, I'm sorry (I'm sorry), I'm sorry for ruinin' y'all party
But I'm keepin' the money and jewelry
Just walk it off, you'll thank me tomorrow (Huh? Gang)
Man, these niggas be bitches (Straight pussy)
Straight ho, flat out, he sissy (He sissy)
Play with King Von, he trippin' (What? Huh?)
Find out where he stay, next week he missin' (Boom, boom)
A nigga diss me, he won't do it again (Nah)
I rob a nigga and do it again (What? Huh?)
I come through your block and kill two of your friends (Boom)
It's do or die, is you gon' ride? (Boom, boom, gang)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Baguette's lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk & Booka600)
(Everything Mvjor)
[Booka600:]
I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
[Lil Durk:]
Don't none of my diamonds be SI's
I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye
Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside
Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes
I got it out the mud, I ain't never had shit
Gang, gang, gang, niggas know what it is
Hermes rag when I wipe my tears
Carat and carat shit in my ear
And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers
I see Lil D when I look in the mirror
Lam' truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear
Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear
And that shit scary
Fake niggas real, let 'em tell it
My pockets got like Jared
But this ain't Subway
I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett
[Booka600 (King Von):]
I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again (Von)
[King Von:]
I'm King Von from the O
The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor
The same lil' nigga chased dawg by the store
And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot like I got it out the stove
Your bitch weak, won't touch that ho
Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose
Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (Uh-huh)
Them my bros, O Block, 6-O (Uh-huh)
They with me everywhere I go
You better know if I blow, he blow
Me and White White was posted up at the store
Me and L'A was drillin' shit when it was cold
Reminiscing on the days when we was close
I love both sides, just to let you know
[Booka600:]
I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
See Me Make It lyrics - King Von
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me, keep hittin' me with cases (Damn)
My lawyer say, "Take it," I got my own homies tryna snake me (Huh?)
Can't look 'em in they faces (What?)
'Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it's me in the state (Damn)
I swear I wouldn't want feds if the feds would of ran in the place
Now I'm lookin' like, "Damn" (Damn)
In the cell once again, finna have to post bail once again (Huh? What?)
If a lil' nigga tell one time, he'll tell once again (Yeah, yeah)
Now I'm sittin' right, mail once again (Shit)
On the block with the steel once again (Uh-huh)
I gotta get money, if you got it, kidnap your lil' bro like he Sunny (Yeah, yeah)
Buried my partner, that shit had me sick to my stomach (Damn)
Just the thought of that shit had me sick to my stomach (Damn, damn)
The opps send a diss like it's funny (What?)
I pull up broad day with my Glock like it's nothin' (Boom)
I see him, I chase him, I catch him, he runnin' (Yeah, yeah)
Them bullets, they hurt, he got hit and he fumble (Boom, boom)
That's everyday shit when you come from the jungle (Come from the jungle)
I gotta get high, this shit takin' me under (Takin' me under)
KD and Westbrook how I play with the thunder (How I play with the thunder)
Caught too many bodies, I'm tryna be humble (I'm tryna be humble)
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me, keep hittin' me with cases (Damn)
My lawyer say, "Take it," I got my own homies tryna snake me
Can't look 'em in they faces (What?)
'Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it's me in the state (Damn)
I swear I wouldn't want feds if the feds would of ran in the place (Damn)
Everybody like, "Von did this" (What?)
Or, "Von did that," play with Von, get whacked
It's a whole lot of shots in the whip (Boom)
So everybody gettin' whacked, what the fuck you expect? (Boom, boom)
Niggas keep sendin' threats online (Oh yeah?)
And my mind is the picture his face won't forget (Nah)
I just iced out my mouth, VVS (Bling)
I can go drop a bag and go get some baguettes (Uh-huh)
If you reach for my chain, it's a box (Boom)
On the block where it's hot with the Glocks (Mhm)
Lil' bro in the drop with the drop on the opps (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tryna run, sendin' shots, gettin' popped on the spot (Uh-huh)
Misaligned on a drive with my forty (Voom)
Late night in the stu', I'm recordin'
Gotta think twice 'cause I got a couple shorties
It was either me or him, nigga, who more important? (Boom)
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me, keep hittin' me with cases (Damn)
My lawyer say, "Take it," I got my own homies tryna snake me
Can't look 'em in they faces (What?)
'Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it's me in the state (Damn)
I swear I wouldn't want feds if the feds would of ran in the place
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don't wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me, keep hittin' me with cases (Damn)
My lawyer say, "Take it," I got my own homies tryna snake me
Can't look 'em in they faces (What?)
'Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it's me in the state (Damn)
I swear I wouldn't want feds if the feds would of ran in the place (Damn)
Went Silly lyrics - King Von
Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von
Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch
Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested, bitch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit
See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
Hold on, hold on, hold—Run that shit back
This that OTF shit, this that Stretch Gang shit, this that GetBack Gang shit
Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von
Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch
Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit
See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
I got a shootin' folks habit, I know I'm too savage
My little bro packin', we team No Lackin
Better not get caught in traffic, 'cause I'm Stretch Gang crazy
My old ho is blue, I wouldn't fuck 'em if they paid me
Hermes, nah, bitch this Ferragamo
Ain't tryna fuck the nigga bitch, I'm tryna fuck his mama
I'm with a bad bitch named London, she gay and she swing both ways like nunchucks
My guys deep fry shit, Popeyes
Never lackin' stay on point, see everything like I'm cockeyed
Ho nigga got bitch ways, he switch sides
Change a nigga like a flat tire, he gon' need more than peroxide
Ooh, I know you feelin' this, boy this that killin' shit
This that gang only shit, you need a membership
This that hit your target shit, it hit your witness shit
You ain't see that boy in three days, that's that he missin' shit
Now, that's that fishy shit, but Von tote a 50 clip
Plus my gun been through some shit
Like Bernie Mac, bitch, who you with?
Balmain, nah, bitch I rock Amiris
My Drac' just caught two niggas back to back, it's gettin' scary
Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch
Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' dick, then I ain't interested bitch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit
See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
Tuff lyrics - King Von
Say what?
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Von
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
Ay, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up
Sick as fuck, yeah, I'm sick as fuck, and I'm slick as fuck
Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him, "Pick me up."
Drop your panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck
Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck
Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin'
Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin'
Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin'
I got a bag with your little stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
Ay, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
Ay, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up
I got money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money
Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin'
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
Where your friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck
Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie
Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie
See I like hoes that be bougie though, but they be choosin' though
They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio
They off Remy and that D'usse and that Julio
And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio
See, I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though
This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her booty hole
Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes
Thought it was sweet? I'm at your funeral, I have to play my role
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
Ay, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
Ay, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up
Crazy Story lyrics - King Von
And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)
I'ma let this MAC float, this one, hold on
I said I'ma let that-
Alright, come on
(Von)
Alright
(Von)
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be
I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like Von, "You already know, just put your girl on fleek."
I'm like, "Cool, I can do that, boo, what, you want some shoes?"
"Jimmy Choo? With a handbag, too? Red or baby-blue?"
She get to smilin', she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughin', coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin', coulda been a driver the way I push the whip
You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit
But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist
Now it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in The Wic
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet him at the store
I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do
'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new
We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go
But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6-24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fourth
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire
Block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers
I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass
But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'
I was lacking, 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?"
I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga who?" I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang when it comes to chains
So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitch it's do-or-die, you said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Bitch we not from 63rd
This the game, put in work
Crazy Story, Pt. 3 lyrics - King Von
Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this
Huh, what?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Von
Now here it go
I just made it home, missed calls on my phone
See, I been gone
Was tryna hit a lick but that shit just went wrong
I got a thot
She right off the block, her crib be the spot
And we got Glocks
Tucked all in her shit, don't come unless you knock
But this bitch grimy
Told her 'bout this nigga, helped me set him up
And she was with it
She just want some shoes and she ain't give no fucks
So we do that
I was at his neck, creepin' from the back
But saw the opps and had to let em have it
How fucked up is that?
But where that bitch?
She ain't called me yet, we did that at six
And who got hit?
I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss
Now two weeks pass
I'm back on my grind, I can't waste no time
The opps been quiet
They be whoopin', though, but them niggas not slidin'
And I been high
I can't even lie, that thot been on my mind
Why she ain't called?
I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she alright
Now it's midnight
I'm hittin' some blocks, just me and my Glock
Came to a stop
I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop
My phone keep ringing
Just a ho, of course, this bitch pro'ly bored
I press ignore
I ain't got no time, a whore gon' be a whore
Now I get that feelin'
Something ain't right, I look to my right
And I'm like, damn
There go that flexing nigga, he wavin' his pipe
He get to dumpin'
Bullets get to coming, my heart get to thumpin'
I feel something
My left shoulder hot, blood just get to gushing
I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a bitch?
And he with that bitch
I got a glimpse
She got them big lips that's made for sucking dick
Now it makes sense
That ho set me up, that little dirty slut
The double-cross
Tryna get me caught like I'm Randy Moss
Ah, shit
I just dropped my gun, plus I got one arm
I'm tryna drive
I can't shoot back now, this man on my ass
I almost crashed
But I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real
But there go twelve
He bust a quick right and I just bust a left
Aw, shit
What the fuck, gang, you good?
Damn, my shoulder
You know this bitch be fuckin' with me, gang
Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit
That was crackin' off last week with them niggas and shit
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look
Now this what happened
A week later
My arm in a sling, I been sippin' lean
Pure codeine
I don't feel a thing, my ho say I'm mean
I need a blunt
Stuff that bitch with Runtz, boy, I'm on a hunt
And ain't no breakfast
But I'm 'a box a nigga, like some Cap'n Crunch
I got a tip
That that thot bitch be on 75th
Right off Cottage
With her best friend, gettin' her hair did
I'm like cool
Finna make my move, post up what I do
This bitch a fool for tryna play me out
Like this shit was cool
Now it's like two
Catch her walkin' out, her new hairstyle blue
And she look cute
But that mean shit to me, I crept up then I boomed
And that was that
Now I'm running back, I stop in my tracks
There go that Porsche
How crazy is that? Boy, I'm on his ass
The first blast
It shatter his glass, damn, this nigga fast
He hit the gas
I'm still shootin' at him, but I'm too far back
Damn, I'm hyped
Let me tuck this pipe, get up out of sight
'Cause I see lights
And them bitches bright, can't go to jail for life
So I take flight
Made it to the hood, everything went good
Knock on wood
Flame me up a 'Wood, Tooka smellin' good
Looked at my phone
Got a text from Herb, he say, "What's the word?"
I say, "Shit. I'm just coolin', bitch
I'm not from 63rd."
Bitch we're not from 63rd
Stretch Gang put in work
Twin Nem lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)
I'm sayin' we be with the killers that kill all the fuckin' killers, nigga
You know the fuck we rockin' man, for sure, for sure
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Niggas talkin' on the net, like, pop out, where you at? Ay
All we know is pop out with our guns, we from the 'Raq, ay
Pop out, catch that nigga tryna run we wet his back, ay
Are you cocky? Turned you to a dolphin 'cause you crack treys
Bitch (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Let's go (ay), bang (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Boom (ay, ay, ay), yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay), yeah
(Ay, ay,) gang (ay, ay), gang
Keep yo' damn gun, even though he handsome he'll blam some
Who you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout grandson
Foenem took them bullets, we put switches on them handguns
Foenem got caught shootin' on the camera, put yo' mask on
Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh, uh
Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh
I get that call, he at the box, I'm tryna kill him (Huh, what?)
That bitch gon' tell me all the info, I'm 'a milk her (Huh, what?)
To them, you super tough, to us you just a victim (You just a victim)
My bitch be mad I come in late, bitch, I was drillin' (Bitch, I was drillin')
The opps be tough, when they get shot they're in their feelings (They're in their feelings)
Don't take too long I get that call, I'm there in minutes (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
I be ridin' with my gun and I'm a felon (Huh, what?)
Since you cocky with your head we crack your melon (Huh, what?)
I put my trust inside my brother, but he was tellin' (Gang, gang)
This deeper than rap, but if I catch him, I'm 'a nail 'em (Grra, grra)
Where he stay he think he safe, but we know where he stay (ay)
On the Lam we do it for Moe, in the O we do it for Big A
GetBack Mode, what you off? Tic-tac-toe, what you thought?
He KO'ed, he think we soft, catch his ass and tear him off
See, back in school I was a fool, a real stepper
You better dip if you get hit, they cannot help you
They're tryin' their best, they're runnin' lights you going to melt
A nice pic on their shirt, that's what they better do
Set my alarm, It's time to kill 'cause we're on schedule
I can't speak on what we doin', that shit federal
You thought that you caught me lackin', I'm ahead of you
You tryna rap and you get killed, they're gon' be mad at you (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)
Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)
Fuck Yo Man lyrics - King Von
Huh? What?
(KidWond3r)
What? Huh?
(KidWond3r)
Von
Von
Bitch, fuck your nigga
Ho, fuck his feelings
You say you stayin'
See, ho, you trippin'
See, I'm a killer
But I got feelings
I catch you with him
I just might kill him
It feel like I'm doing the most
I like you, I'm letting you know
They been running from me their whole life
But I ain't into chasing no hoes
See, I cut this shit and just go
If I like you, I'm fucking you slow
Don't be scared 'cause I keep these guns 'round me
Never know who might come through the door
See, it started one day by the store
I was lurking, you know how that go
They was lacking, they know we at war
Hit the corner, I'm letting it blow
Boom, he fell, can't get up no more
I'm running, my forehead was soaked
I hear sirens, boy, they're getting close
Don't know how much far I can go
Told God forgive me, I'm wrong
Looked up, saw a bitch at the door
She waved, said, "Boy, come on"
I'm so happy, she don't even know
Made it in, then I hit the floor
Looked up, she was locking the door
Asked me, "Do I still got my pole?"
I looked down like, "You already know"
Look, my name Von, I know
And I'm from the O, I know
But I ain't do shit, I know
Don't worry, you good, they're gone
This bitch was bad for sure
I gave her some racks for a coat
Asked her do she live alone?
She say, "Nah, he on his way home"
Bitch, fuck your nigga
Ho, fuck his feelings
You say you stayin'
See, ho, you trippin'
See, I'm a killer
But I got feelings
I catch you with him
I just might kill him
We been talkin', now we gettin' close
Her nigga a lame and he broke
When we fuckin', I love how you moan
You get T'd when they play my songs
My birthday the code to her phone
"Is he gone?" "Yeah, come on"
She call me when he not at home
So deep that I'm touchin' her soul
Now it feel like you leading me on
Got me all in their bed, this bitch wrong
I told her just leave him, she won't
I don't understand, what's wrong?
Bitch, stop playin' games, we grown
Looked up, heard, "Baby, I'm home"
Looked back, I was clutching my pole
She tellin' me, "No, Von, you wrong"
Bitch, fuck your nigga
Ho, fuck his feelings
You say you stayin'
See, ho, you trippin'
See, I'm a killer
But I got feelings
I catch you with him
I just might kill him
Bitch, fuck your nigga
Ho, fuck his feelings
You say you stayin'
See, ho, you trippin'
See, I'm a killer
But I got feelings
I catch you with him
I just might kill him
No Flaws lyrics - King Von
No flaws
King Von
I ain't got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
I ain't got no flaws
So please don't bring your ho 'round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain't no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can't tell what time it is
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes 'bout playin' with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIPs
She left me, ha-ha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me "King Von"
K-I-N-G V-O-N, say
I ain't got no flaws
So please don't bring your ho 'round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain't no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can't tell what time it is
I don't wanna talk
Baby, don't you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don't like her no more
It ain't no point in forcing it
And Von. He the G.O.A.T.
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans
I ain't got no flaws
So please don't bring your ho 'round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain't no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can't tell what time it is
I ain't got no flaws
So please don't bring your ho 'round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain't no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can't tell what time it is
What It's Like lyrics - King Von
Von, Von
Von, Von
(DJ on the beat. So, it's a banger)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
When you fightin' for your life (Damn)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what
Let me tell you what it's like (What?)
Fightin' forty-five to life (Damn)
In the room with a hype or a nigga you don't like (What?)
When you seen your homie
First thing that he gave you was a knife (Damn)
I'm tryna tell you that it's real (Yeah)
You don't know how it feel (Damn)
When you lose that appeal, it's like speedin' down a hill (Vroom)
And your brakes don't work, pray to God that he take that wheel (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You don't know how it go (Plea)
You hope the witness don't show (Shit)
Court date's comin' slow
Baby mama, she a ho (Bitch)
And the opps still slidin' tryna find out who killed for (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Boy, this shit ain't no joke (Nah), and I know this for sure
'Cause the judge first offer fifty-four (Damn, damn)
Bro he think you a ho (Ho)
Tell your lawyer let's go
Suit up, nigga. It's time for war
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
When you fightin' for your life (Damn)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's
I'm finna tell you what it's like
Process go slow (Go slow)
I can't sleep it's too cold (It's too cold)
My bond no hold
First stop Stateville 'cause I'm still on parole (Damn, damn)
See I was probably somewhere in the hole
Caught a opp that killed bro
Beat his ass, boy, you know how it go (What, what?)
And I was in the cell with D. Rose when they gave him that time
On O shit hurt my soul, damn (Damn, damn)
Don't quit gotta fight 'em (Gotta fight 'em)
You young, you black, they don't like you (They don't like you)
You got a son on the way, if they take you away
He could fuck around and be just like you (Just like you)
Got his hands on the Glock and the rifle (And the rifle)
Tryna put some hot in a rival (Boom, boom)
Lookin' up, time flyin' right by you (Damn)
Time's hard gotta lean on the bible
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
When you fightin' for your life (Damn)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's like
Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
When you fightin' for your life (Damn)
Let me tell you what it's
Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)
I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)
Let me tell you what
Ay, on a serious note, though
Like, on some for real shit
These people ain't fuckin' playin' with us, nigga
Ay, when I got booked back in 2014 for that shit
And my arresting officer. He brought me downstairs to get processed in. Three other detectives. They came out
One of 'em get that, "Yeah, Nine. That's my work."
Now the other officer get that, "D. Rose. Yeah. That's my work."
The other officer get that, "Cdai. That's my work."
And what they mean by when they say that's their work
'Cause they're the one that charged and put them away
That's the one that—you know?
So they're playin' this shit like a game. Like givin' us time
Like a game. See what I'm sayin'?
This shit ain't no joke
(DJ on the beat. So, it's a banger)
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