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)
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