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)
Hoes Ain't Shit lyrics - King Von
Hoes ain't shit
All these hoes ain't shit
Von
Boy, I don't trust shit
Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch
Better suck my dick
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Von
Boy, I don't trust shit (Trust shit)
Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch (Don't trust that bitch)
Better suck my dick (My dick)
Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (Had to move my crib)
Name one ho real (Name one)
Stop playin', lil, boy, better check her DM (Better check)
Now you like, "Who is him?" (Huh?)
She call every nigga brother, boy, these hoes ain't shit (Hoes ain't shit)
See I met her at school (Yeah)
She was five-foot-two, little bitch too cute (She was cute)
Used to follow all the rules (Uh-huh)
She was from out of town, said her parents just moved (That's cool)
I'm like, "Bet, that's cool" (For sure)
Thinkin' she might be different 'cause this little bitch new (She was new)
But she had me fooled (What?)
Took that bitch to the block, now she fuckin' on Duke (She fuckin' on Duke)
See these hoes be fu'
She fuckin' on me and she fuckin' on you
They in love with the crew
For the money and fame, it's a shame what they do
I had a bitch, had to change how I move
She was bipolar, kept changin' her mood
Callin' her brother like what he gon' do?
And if he pop out then I'm poppin' him too
Gotta play dumb when they think you a fool
She got three niggas, she thinkin' it's cute
I went to prison, they thinkin' I'm through
Got out, start rappin', and bitch, I done blew
They call me Von, and bitch, I'm the truth
They pay attention when I'm in the booth
I don't trust bitches, I'm checkin' her room
Caught her with the opps, now she checked out by noon
Boy, I don't trust shit (Trust shit)
Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch (Don't trust that bitch)
Better suck my dick (My dick)
Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (Had to move my crib)
Name one ho real (Name one)
Stop playin', lil, boy, better check her DM (Better check)
Now you like, "Who is him?" (Huh?)
She call every nigga brother, boy, these hoes ain't shit (Hoes ain't shit)
See I met her at school (Yeah)
She was five-foot-two, little bitch too cute (She was cute)
Used to follow all the rules (Uh-huh)
She was from out of town, said her parents just moved (That's cool)
I'm like, "Bet, that's cool" (For sure)
Thinkin' she might be different 'cause this little bitch new (She was new)
But she had me fooled (What?)
Took that bitch to the block, now she fuckin' on Duke (She fuckin' on Duke)
Hell nah, I don't trust her
I'm just tryna fuck her
I ain't gon' cuff her
Boy, these hoes ain't nothin'
Hell nah, I don't trust her
See, I'm just tryna fuck her
I don't do the cuffin'
Boy, these hoes ain't nothin'
I ain't got no time for no hoes that ain't mine
I ain't lyin', I be duckin' hoes like they one time
I ain't got no time for no hoes that ain't mine
I ain't lyin', I be duckin' hoes like they one time
Boy, I don't trust shit (Trust shit)
Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch (Don't trust that bitch)
Better suck my dick (My dick)
Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (Had to move my crib)
Name one ho real (Name one)
Stop playin', lil, boy, better check her DM (Better check)
Now you like, "Who is him?" (Huh?)
She call every nigga brother, boy, these hoes ain't shit (Hoes ain't shit)
See I met her at school (Yeah)
She was five-foot-two, little bitch too cute (She was cute)
Used to follow all the rules (Uh-huh)
She was from out of town, said her parents just moved (That's cool)
I'm like, "Bet, that's cool" (For sure)
Thinkin' she might be different 'cause this little bitch new (She was new)
But she had me fooled (What?)
Took that bitch to the block, now she fuckin' on Duke (She fuckin' on)
War With Us lyrics - King Von
What?
What?
We started this shit, man (Huh?)
We fathered this shit, man (For real, we did)
For real
Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
Thirty on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry
Shells get to raining, gettin' wet up, huh?
Fall and your ass won't get up, nah
Bitch, I get busy with choppers and Glizzies
I'm ridin' through the city, this Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin', you crazy
Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slam dunk all on the pussy, scoring
Nigga, I'm on to the next, she boring
Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'?
Bands on me, money won't fold, damn
Leprechaun, where is me gold bands?
Can't catch the drip, you got no hands
I ain't got opps, I got all fans
I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin' them
You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hoppin' up out of them Astro vans
Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from 'em
We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke 'em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us
Glizzies on every gang member that came wit us
Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us
How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak
Boy, we would dust yo' ass off, sweepin'
You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin'
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us (Nah)
They don't wanna war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us (Nah)
They don't wanna war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD
Nah, they don't need no aim, say what?
Hitting niggas up close range, layups
Two hands, I'm rocking the metal
I'm hot like the devil, I bury your block like a shovel
Hit your ass all in your neck, now your head on your chest
Look like Olympic gold medals (Hahaha)
Switchin' gears, swervin' through traffic, stop us
I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa
Boy, when we roll up we bustin', blocka
Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco
Hollow tips spinning like cyclones
FaceTime a nigga like iPhone
Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh
Call that bitch drop dead gorgeous, damn
I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the Tin Man
Going against me is like crawling through quicksand
Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man
Some call me grandson, some call me hitman
(Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman
(Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman
Some call me grandson (Bitch, bitch, some call me hitman)
How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak
Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin'
You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin'
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Free Boss-T
Free Trey Five, 3D
Free Bang Man
Free D. Rose, free Nine
Free Lil Scud
Free 22
Real to real
Fuck the fake
We out
Jet lyrics - King Von (feat. Booka600)
[Booka600:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Timmy Da HitMan)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The jet just cleared now
I don't 'posed to be here, where I'm from, they kicked me down
You can't be deceitful, shoot you right between your eyes
I done seen some shit that got some bloodstain in my eyes
Met a couple niggas in the sandbox, made some ties
Put the vests in the light, put the Rollies in the sky
We was livin' a whole lie, thought gangsters made it out
T-Roy want word of mouth, true story, this not clout
Told my killers one way out
600 never doubt 'em, in the hood like a stout
Roll a Backwood full of opps, do a hit, then we out
Quarter milli' in the bank, did my thing, get my props
And lil' bro tryna bang, told him slang, fuck the opps
Lost four-o, I tried to dodge
City on fire like a carpet
Told my niggas silence while we mobbin'
This that hold your lighter for the stars
This that catchin' redrum with my Glock
This that movin' as one get us far
On a jet with Celine, I'm barkin'
Shit ain't what it seem when you all in
Jet just cleared now
I don't 'posed to be here, where I'm from, they kicked me down
You can't be deceitful, shoot you right between your eyes
I done seen some shit that got some bloodstain in my eyes
Met a couple niggas in the sandbox, made some ties
Put the vests in the light, put the Rollies in the sky
We was livin' a whole lie, thought gangsters made it out
T-Roy want word of mouth, true story, this not clout
Told my killers one way out
[King Von:]
Bitch, I'm back down
I don't 'posed to be here, how the fuck did I get out?
You ain't see it comin', my own bitch counted me out
Had my knees on the ground, had my head to the clouds
Trust that man without no doubt
I'm in that bitch, I'm throwin' hands with the crowd
You wasn't answerin', I called the phone, I got the dial
Don't know who I'm talkin' about, bitch, that owl
Now, bitch, get down, nah, bitch, get out
Can't settle for shit, I'm steady thinkin' to myself, damn
I lost my best friend, can I have saved him if I was there? Damn
That was the worst feeling I ever felt
And I broke down to myself and I cried on them steps, yeah
[Booka600:]
The jet just cleared now
I don't 'posed to be here, where I'm from, they kicked me down
You can't be deceitful, shoot you right between your eyes
I done seen some shit that got some bloodstain in my eyes
Met a couple niggas in the sandbox, made some ties
Put the vests in the light, put the Rollies in the sky
We was livin' a whole lie, thought gangsters made it out
T-Roy want word of mouth, true story, this not clout
Told my killers one way out
Timmy Da HitMan
Mama's Boy lyrics - King Von
Young Chop on the beat
Chop
Von
Von
Bitch
See, mama, she raised her a savage
Went and took it if I didn't have it
See, I can do magic
I can get rid of my gun and still beat your ass like your daddy
We thirsty, we blitzin' like Madden
In traffic with full automatic
I'm clutchin' and speedin' while drivin'
Left hand on the wheel like I got it
Not hidin', how you could not find us?
Always muggin', so please do not mind us
It's the pills, it's fuckin' our minds up
When we flyin', we drip in designer
Don't look back, 12 stay behind us
Flashbacks of me in them lineups
No, I cannot go, I ain't no ho, put the pedal to the floor
My life a movie, we shootin'
You got a gun, but don't use it
The drugs we abuse it, I ain't abusive
Beat an opp bitch like she stupid
I'm chillin' at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch
You stressin' and goin' bald
Baby, you on that fu' shit
Pull over, I think that's him
Matter fact, gang, that's them
See the one with the fade, got a limp?
I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit
I want him, I want him, I want him
Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em
I swear that boy is a goner
Tried to run, but I got up on 'em
Tried to run, but I got up on 'em
He need a new kidney, you donate?
My shoes by Gucci, you know it
You payin' that shit if you owe it
My mama's first born, I'm the oldest
Huh? What?
Bitch, I beat the body, I'm chosen
Crazy Story 2.0 lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on
I said I'ma let that—
Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)
[King Von:]
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like "Von, you already know, just put 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 smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip
You a ho, could've 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, said meet him at the store
I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do
'Cause this the plot, put him in a 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's just how it go
But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now
He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, 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 cuppin' her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire
The 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 happened:
I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'
I was lackin', '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 ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh
This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?
You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
[Lil Durk:]
I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq
I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack
You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC
Yeah free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo back
But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die
Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine
Ain't no point in trying
They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding
They be talking from the Internet, they don't be outside
Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick
We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch
We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot
Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car
He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse
I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest
Boom, boom, boom (ay, ay, ay)
[Lil Durk {King Von}:]
Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ay, ay, ay)
Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ay, ay, ay)
{Stretch gang, put in work} (ay, ay, ay)
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