Armed & Dangerous lyrics - King Von
(Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)
Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me
Huh? What?
Every day they clockin' me
(ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (Boom, boom)
And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (Nah)
'Cause I done did shit, them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef (What?)
Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies (Yeah), massacres (Yeah), casualties (Huh?)
Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (Yeah)
Shit that happened late in December, I bring that winter heat (Yeah, what, huh?)
Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween (Boom, boom)
Back to back funerals, it's them or us, it's him or me
Don't get booked 'cause ain't no bond money, we doin' this shit for free (Nah)
If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak (What?)
If I miss, ain't goin' to sleep, I'm in the streets, we play for keeps (Huh, huh, what? Boom)
2011, August 11th, R.I.P. Odee (Damn)
August 9th, two days before, I turned seventeen (Damn)
Twenty-one to forty-five, I'm like what the fuck that mean? (What?)
You fightin' an armed robbery, shorty, that's what they offerin
(Damn)
My lil' brother gettin' big, my uncle got that cough again
He been smokin' crack since I was born, that monkey stalkin' him
I used to stay up late at granny crib just to talk to him
When I was locked up, God knocked on his door and told him walk with him (Damn)
Back to this drillin' shit (Huh?)
Sosa started rappin' now the war goin' viral (Huh, huh? Yeah, yeah)
Boy, this bitch crackin' (What?, boom)
Boy, they ass lackin' (Boom)
Hit they block twice, a lot of boomin', no jammin' (Boom, huh? What, what, what?)
His mama pop out like, "Oh goddamn, what happened?"
This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage (Boom, boom, boom)
You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't havin' (Yeah, yeah, huh, boom)
Not your blood, or your cuz, you my son, I'm your daddy (Huh, huh, huh, what?)
(You my son, I'm your daddy)
Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me (Damn)
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (Boom, boom)
And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (Nah)
'Cause I done did shit, them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef (Nah, nah)
Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies (Yeah), massacres (Yeah), casualties (Huh?)
Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Shit that happened late in December, I bring that winter heat (Huh? Huh? Boom)
Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom)
GTA lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Nigga, you know I know (Know)
My life grand theft auto (Uh-huh)
All my guns on semi-auto (Grrah, grrah)
Look like I hit the lotto' (Yeah)
Up the traffic, duckin' potholes (Boom, boom)
Slow down, which way the opps go? (Which way?)
These niggas chicken, Roscoe (Grrah)
I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho' (Uh-uh)
I see fake shit through a blindfold (I see)
You the type to shoot shit with your eyes closed (Boom, boom)
AP watch, I'm in a different time zone (AP)
Lil' cous' walk around with five on him (Yeah, yeah)
You would move better if you knew what I knew (You knew)
Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do (You do)
Gotta keep a Glock every time that I move (For real)
Nigga, you know I know (You know, boom, boom)
You ain't know (Nah), I used to drill for the low (I did)
Right after school, I'm changin' my shoes (Huh?)
Ain't gotta tell me, I just go (What?, I'm gone)
I fuck with 600, so boy, I just blow (Boom)
Ain't get shot, but boy, I was close (Close)
He made a diss and now he a ghost (Huh?)
And it happened fast (What?), ready to toast (On gang)
Von dog hoes like K-9 (Yeah)
And he keep a strap, like K.I. (Uh-huh)
And he shoot shit from the three like AI (Grra-grra)
He was with the shits since yay high (On gang)
Dropped the lo', I'm on my way now (Uh-uh)
How many bodies can't hide no face tats (Uh-uh)
All the little kids know I don't play that (They know)
Nah, I don't play that (Gang)
Now you know, I know (Know)
My Glock filled with hollows (Grra)
All my cars on Forgiatos (Boom)
Who killed dude? Shit, how would I know? (How)
Keep that rocket, like I'm Otto
My pockets big, Apollo (Uh-huh)
I'm the king, Mufas-o
Who shot Wooski? How would I know? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) (Boom)
Nigga, you know I know (Know)
My life grand theft auto (Uh-huh)
All my guns on semi-auto (Grrah, grrah)
Look like I hit the lotto' (Yeah)
Up the traffic, duckin' potholes (Boom, boom)
Slow down, which way the opps go? (Which way?)
These niggas chicken, Roscoe (Grrah)
I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho' (Uh-uh)
I see fake shit through a blindfold (I see)
You the type to shoot shit with your eyes closed (Boom, boom)
AP watch, I'm in a different time zone (AP)
Lil' cous' walk around with five on him (Yeah, yeah)
You would move better if you knew what I knew (You knew)
Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do (You do)
Gotta keep a Glock every time that I move (For real)
Nigga, you know I know (You know)
Demon lyrics - King Von
(Banger)
Von, uh, damn
Von, damn, damn
If I tell you I love you, I mean it (I mean it)
Whitey got killed, I seen it
I was right there, still can't believe it (Damn)
Shit turned me to a demon (Uh)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (Boom)
Me and T.Roy was schemin' (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I'm tryna put my whole team on
If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)
Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)
I was right there, still can't believe it (Damn)
Shit turned me to a demon (Yeah)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (Boom, boom)
Me and T.Roy was schemin' (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah (On gang)
Let me tell you the truth (Look)
Most of these niggas they fu'
And they don't really fuck with you (Uh-huh)
Let me tell you the truth (What?)
Went on a drill with my homie
And that nigga ain't even shoot (Damn)
Steady actin' gangsta, that ain't even you
Set up by bitches, they ain't even cute (Huh?)
I won't tell a soul, I be keepin' mute (Nah)
'Wop be shootin' shit, he don't even hoop (Boom, boom, boom)
I was out the window, he was out the roof (Shoot)
I was on the block, you was at the Loop (Damn, huh?)
I was in the Ford, he was in the Taurus
I was in the Zoo, shootin' shit with Zoo (Boom, boom)
Talkin' about bodies, I got a few (Uh-huh)
Four plus three, three plus two (Damn)
I'm King Von, nigga, who is you? (Boom)
We gon' buy the mall when they free Duke (Yeah, Banger)
Never been stingy, you could get it too
Glock is never jammin', aim it, then I shoot (Yeah, yeah)
I be missin' granny, prolly pop a Xanny (Damn)
Give a bitch a Plan B, hug and a juice (Huh?)
Used to take it back, nah, now I'm through (Nah, nah)
Ain't shakin' hands, nigga, we ain't cool (Nah)
We done caught more bodies than a common flu
Snatch him out his crib and put him on the news (Come here)
Niggas can't walk a mile in my shoes (They can't)
Niggas can't do the shit that I do (Uh-uh)
Niggas can't shoot the guns that I shoot (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't built like that and that's cool
Niggas wasn't killin' shit in high school
I was keepin' quiet, I was bein' cool (Nah)
I don't give a fuck, nigga, fuck Duck
Even if it rain, bitch, we comin' through (Buh, buh, buh)
If I tell you I love you, I mean it (Uh)
Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)
I was right there, still can't believe it (Can't be)
Shit turned me to a demon (Damn, damn)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (Uh-huh)
Me and T.Roy was schemin' (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on (Yeah)
If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)
Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it, uh)
I was right there, still can't believe it (Uh-uh)
Shit turned me to a demon (Damn, damn)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (Rrah, rrah)
Me and T.Roy was schemin' (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah (Gang)
The Code lyrics - King Von (feat. Polo G)
[King Von:]
(Yo, Ayo)
(JTK)
Huh (These niggas know me for real)
What? (For real)
Von (Huh, Von)
Rob who? Take what? You tweaking (You tweaking)
I said it was war, little nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know
Head shots up close, little nigga, I seen it
Gun got dirty, little nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Where the beam is)
If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is
Sitting little niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it
Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)
Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know (Yeah)
My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while (What?)
If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)
He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (Shit)
Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone
I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip (Huh, what?)
But my nigga, he never folded
[Polo G (King Von):]
I don't really give a fuck what the blogs said, too official to clear up a rumor
My homie laugh hard, heard a opp was dead, guess he got a killer's sense of humor
I heard that pussy been thinking 'bout death, well, that bullet gon' stick to his mind like a tumor (Uh-huh)
Catch him and change him, look how they played him (Uh-huh), he only gangster up on his computer (Boom)
He played it foul and we gave him a pass, that don't mean we won't get on yo' ass in the future
And I won't trip when my little brother clutching, know how he putting in work with that Ruger (Grra-grra)
My sneakers Louboutin, these ain't Puma's
I got a low-end ho, she a booster
Nut on her face and I call her an Uber
He saving these hoes like his first name was Super
Now it's time to ride, is you ready or what?
Caught a few homicides, now they ain't letting up (Yeah)
Thirteen hundred shots when we ride in them trucks
Get on any side and we fucking you up
I used to trap with the gangsters and clucks
Straight in the slums where they praying for luck
Like I'm Giannis, I play for them bucks
Hood on my back and I came in it clutch, bitch
[King Von:]
Rob who? Take what? You tweaking (Von)
I said it was war, little nigga, I mean it (Uh-huh)
I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know (Who)
Head shots up close, little nigga, I seen it (Damn, boom)
Gun got dirty, little nigga, I cleaned it (Yeah)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Uh-huh)
If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is
Sitting little niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it
Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)
Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know
My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while (He gone?)
If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)
He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (Nah)
Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone (Nah, nah)
I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip
But my nigga, he never folded
I got my first hundred thou' and I broke it down
With my team, boy, I am so GOATed
I always stuck out in the crowd when I was a child (Yeah)
I was special and my mama noticed (They knew it)
That nigga cool, but Von, he the coldest (Brrr)
I live my life like a book and I wrote it (Uh-huh)
I drop a song, then these niggas quote it (Uh-huh)
If he looking for me, I'm probably where his ho is (Yeah)
Only fuck bitches that's bad, ain't got no kids (Yeah)
I'm going crazy like I ain't got no sense (Yeah, yeah)
You in that car and that bitch ain't got no tint (Huh?)
We pulling up and we letting off four knicks (Rrrah, rrrah)
Don't need cap credit we giving out facelifts
He breathing hard, don't think he gon' make it (Boom, boom)
I chopped the block up and ain't have my face mask (Boom, boom)
So I'ma stay in, that's how my day end (Boom, boom)
Say he a heavy, we see at the weigh-in (We see)
He want a song or a verse, gotta pay then (Yeah, huh?)
Don't see me stopping, don't know where my brakes is (Nah)
Only want blues, man I'm starting to get racist
Shit be getting real in that field and them chases
Can't go back now, I got too many cases (Skrrt, skrrt, nah)
You don't look for me and see too many faces (Bitch, bitch)
Nigga, you in the way, and bitch, I'm your replacement (Bah, bah, bah, boom)
Rob who? Take what? You tweaking
I said it was war, little nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know
Head shots up close, little nigga, I seen it
Gun got dirty, little nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Where the beam is)
If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is
Sitting little niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it
Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)
Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know (Yeah)
My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while (What?)
If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)
He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (Shit)
Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone
I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip (Huh, what?)
But my nigga, he never folded (Nah)
Why He Told lyrics - King Von
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Von
Man, I don't know why he told (Man, I don't know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (Man, don't know how)
He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coated (But he ain't nah)
He told them what he told 'em (Told 'em)
That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)
Gotta act like I don't know him (Damn, damn)
Don't call my phone, no more (Don't call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don't know what he on, no more (Don't know what he on)
I even asked him, was it true? He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (He told me, "Nah")
Bitch, what you lyin' for?
You had me cryin', bro, could've did that time, bro
Now we ain't talkin', nah (Now we ain't talkin')
And he ain't even call my phone, no more
'Cause ain't nothin' to talk about (Man, I don't want to talk)
Nigga, you dead wrong, you left me on my own
'Cause you ain't real no more (Nah, you ain't real)
This shit fucked up, niggas tellin' on they guys
I don't even wanna drill no more (I don't even wanna drill)
I don't even wanna drill no more (I don't even wanna drill)
Bitch, I would've bonded you out
You could've stayed at my house
We would've figured it out
You took the easiest route
I wonder when he gettin' out
Who he gon' hang with now?
Man, this nigga dangerous now
He might end up taking me out, damn
He might end up taking me down, damn
Won't feel safe if he around
Bronem ain't gon' like how this sound
'Cause, bitch, you came up from the ground
You get hit with the TEC if you foul
Just be quiet 'cause these niggas loud
Man, I don't know why he told (Man, I don't know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (Man, don't know how)
He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coated (But he ain't nah)
He told them what he told 'em (Told 'em)
That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)
Gotta act like I don't know him (Damn, damn)
Don't call my phone, no more (Don't call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don't know what he on, no more (Don't know what he on)
I even asked him, was it true? He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (He told me, "Nah")
Bitch, what you lyin' for?
You had me cryin', bro, could've did that time, bro
Oh, you a witness now?
The realest nigga that I knew
You done turnt Mickey Mouse
I heard they get you in that room
You put that business out
I bet they give your ass some food
Said you was gettin' out
Now sit your dumb ass down
Bitch, I would've bonded you out
You could've stayed at my house
We would've figured it out
You took the easiest route
I wonder when he gettin' out
Who he gon' hang with now?
Man, this nigga dangerous now
He might end up taking me out, damn
He might end up taking me down, damn
Won't feel safe if he around
Bronem ain't gon' like how this sound
'Cause, bitch, you came up from the ground
You get hit with the TEC if you foul
Just be quiet 'cause these niggas loud
Man, I don't know why he told (Man, I don't know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (Man, don't know how)
He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coated (But he ain't nah)
He told them what he told 'em (Told 'em)
That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)
Gotta act like I don't know him (Damn, damn)
Don't call my phone, no more (Don't call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don't know what he on, no more (Don't know what he on)
I even asked him, was it true? He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (He told me, "Nah")
Bitch, what you lyin' for?
You had me cryin', bro, could've did that time, bro
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Back Again lyrics - King Von (feat. Prince Dre & Lil Durk)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Lil Durk:]
Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jammer get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when the MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
Fucked her then she told me that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate their ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car I was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
Said when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses
Bitch, you know, we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses
[Prince Dre:]
Ayy, pop out like a ghost
They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (Uh)
If a body movin', I spin back again, clap again (Uh)
I be in the 'NOLA with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (Uh, ayy, ayy)
O'Block, them my brothers, but 300 that's my woadie'nem
Them be my fuckin' partners (Be my fuckin' woo)
I be movin' through this bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)
I'm a fuckin' shotta (Ayy)
And I'm dreaded like a Rasta (Ha)
I been runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that Charger (Skrrt)
Foenem screamin', "GetBack" (Gang)
You know I'm with that (Uh)
Long live Baby Boy (Boy), T-Roy, can't forget Hec (Hec)
Project baby, six-four shawty, got it on my back (Uh)
Chopper bullet make 'em somersault, then put 'em on his back
[King Von:]
(Boom, boom)
I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (Squash no beef, nigga)
We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (Real street nigga)
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (Rest in pee, nigga)
Shoot up everybody that's outside
Bet Wooski feel this one (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
I bet Wooski still twitchin' (Damn, damn-damn)
He changed, somethin' different
I got clips like Mel Gibson (Yeah)
All full, with none empty (Grrah, grrah)
I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)
I done gave niggas whole head starts (What?), and still I hawked 'em down (Boom, boom)
That shit crazy (Damn)
Krump was doin' all that woofin' and he ain't even make it (Damn)
Melly got shot in the party, started Harlem shakin' (Damn, damn, damn)
If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (Boom, boom)
The difference between me and you, is you be askin', I be takin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)
[Lil Durk:]
Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jammer get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
Fucked her then she told me that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate their ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em "Die again"
I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in
Gleesh Place lyrics - King Von
Wheezy outta here
Home invasions (Home invasions), robberies (Robberies)
Homicides (Homicides), first degrees (Damn)
If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin' (You better catch you somethin')
If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one (You better get you one)
I make shit shake (Shake), up in broad day (Yeah, yeah)
No face, ain't no case (No case), learned that the hard way (Damn, damn)
I'm posted in Parkway (Uh-uh), fuck what the narcs say (Fuck what they say)
Just hit a quick stain (Huh, what?), now I'm runnin' through gang ways (Run, run)
Jumped the tall gate (Jump), hit a hallway (Uh, uh)
Ran to the fifth floor (Run), now I'm at Gleesh place (Now, now)
Came in out of breath (Huh), should've seen Gleesh face (Damn, damn)
Then I showed him the stain (Look), it was like fifty K (Damn)
Finna buy a car (Yeah), Gleesh say "Get a SRT" (Vroom, vroom)
Finna buy some guns (Yeah), Gleesh say "Get a crate" (Boom, boom)
I'm finna throw some ones (What?), Gleesh say "No, you ain't" (Damn, damn)
Police kick down the door, then there go the jakes (Wheezy outta here)
Home invasions (Home invasions), robberies (Robberies)
Homicides (Homicides), first degrees (Damn)
If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin' (You better catch you somethin')
If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one
Home invasions (Home invasions), robberies (Robberies)
Homicides (Homicides), first degrees (Damn)
If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin' (You better catch you somethin')
If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one (You better get you one)
All These Niggas lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)
(Banger)
Yeah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah
All these niggas actin' like they with that shit, I ain't stuntin' these niggas (Let's get it)
Lamb' truck sittin' so low I had to crouch my back, fuck around, had to sit on my pistol
How you gon' backdoor a nigga you love for a little bit of clout?
That's a shame on niggas (Shame on niggas)
How you gon' sit in my car tryna play Lil Pump like we ain't two dangerous niggas? (Get out of here)
Bro got trial, he lost faith, he looked up when they changed the verdict (Let's get it)
Rappers goofy, stains, pay me for a song, don't clear the verse (Don't clear the verse)
We don't go off names, I don't care who they is, we go off murders (We go off murders)
This your first time buyin' that zaza, I need four K for the sherbet (Von)
He a pussy, I know niggas in his hood, that boy a ho (That boy a ho)
That pussy dookie, I be fuckin' his main bitch and he don't know (And he don't know)
We got four-five drums, every time they see me, I'm on go (Boom, boom)
Tooka in my lungs, I say that every time 'cause he got smoked (He got smoked)
Fuck how you feel, for real (Yeah), my best friend, he got killed
We was in that field, for real (Yeah), blowin' niggas down, boy, come here (Boom, boom)
Everythin' I say, I mean it (I mean it), 6ix9ine, he say he seen't it (He seen't it)
They know King Von a demon, super cold, that boy anemic (Yeah)
Nigga, don't say it in my face
They say it when I turn my back, little nigga, let's do it (Let's do it)
Ain't gotta backdoor, ain't gotta snake you out, little nigga, you know we into it (Doom, doom, doom, doom)
Nigga, you ain't good in your hood
You can't even go to your hood
Why you tryna blame your hood? (Blame your hood)
You don't wear chains in the hood (Chains in your hood)
You don't even claim your hood, yeah (Gang)
O'Block, OTF, 300, bitch, just check the stats (Let's get it)
Nigga said that he be throwin' shots, I bet he catch 'em back (Let's get it)
I called folks 'nem late, I know they up, I know they in the trap (Trap)
Got his lo', man, his ass a goofy, got his shit off Snap (Gang)
I been shootin' guns (Boom), I got bodies from way back (Boom, boom)
I spent a lot on bonds (Bonds), once I beat my case I get it back
You know they like to run (Run), but you better not trip, boy, watch your step (Run, run)
And I'm just havin' fun (Boom) and I got that aim, shoot like I'm Steph (Boom, boom)
Bet your bitch wanna meet me (She do), she see me on the TV (Uh-huh)
She in love with all these VVs (VVs), Icebox make my shit look 3D (Damn)
Hell nah, I ain't hear your CD (Nah), I'm right here in your city (Uh-huh)
They like, "Von, you better tuck your chain" (What?)
Don't nobody wanna die, ain't nobody that silly (Boom, boom)
I been shootin' guns (Boom), I got bodies from way back (Boom, boom)
I spent a lot on bonds (Bonds), once I beat my case I get it back
You know they like to run (Run), but you better not trip, boy, watch your step (Run, run)
And I'm just havin' fun (Boom) and I got that aim, shoot like I'm Steph (Boom, boom)
Can't Relate lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
(Will-A-Fool)
No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate (Huh?)
Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down (Nah, nah), bet you can't relate
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate
Back then, it was crackin' and I had a MAC-10
No lacking, pistol-packing, I got this black skin (What?)
If he acting then we reacting and knocking off Brims (Boom, boom)
I got some action, I get my black mask and get my black Timbs
They asking questions, I'm acting clueless, don't know what happened
They know it's King Von, shorty the smoothest, but, he a savage
Had too much baggage, that's why my last bitch, I had to trash her
Old bitch nigga only flashy up in a casket (Ho ass)
No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate (Nah, nah)
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate
It's bussin' and I see them coming, they up to something
No running, I keep me something, I get to dumping
Now if I slump him and then I slump him and then I slump him
Now my house haunted with all these demons, that this shit come with
And when my homie shot in the stomach, it hurt my stomach
No matter how long the beef it cooking, bitch, I still want it
And all these diamonds, they dripping on me, still, I feel lonely
James Johnson, Jerome Howard, and Odee Perry (Gang, gang)
No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate
Mad At You lyrics - King Von (feat. Dreezy)
[King Von:]
(Banger, banger)
Damn
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Yeah, I'm mad at you, so mad at you
Yeah, I'm mad at you, yeah, I'm mad at you
Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm so mad at you
Yeah, I'm mad at you
Von, uh
Yeah, I'm mad at you (I'm mad)
And I know I fucked up, well damn, look how you move (You do)
You in Cali with some niggas, bitch you must be stupid (You must be stupid)
Tryna play me, you losin' (You losin')
Let a nigga play crazy, I'm shootin' (He what?)
Got a whole bunch of guns not to use 'em (Boom, boom)
Damn, I ain't even really tryna be stupid (Uh-huh)
Damn, I ain't even really tryna go through this (Uh-huh)
Damn, I ain't really tryna buy me a new bitch (A what?)
Damn, I should've peeped them signs, I'm stupid (Damn, damn)
I held you down you ruthless (Ruthless)
Don't know how you can do it (How? How?)
You text him when we into it (What?)
Just look at how you movin' (Damn, damn)
Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was sexin', hell nah (You was sexin')
You was fuckin', hell nah (You was fuckin')
You was touchin', hell nah (Hell nah)
Hell nah, you was gettin' (Nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was in the (Hell nah)
Hell nah, he was with the (Nah, nah)
Hell nah, I be there like
I told you before (I did)
If you wanna leave then you can just go (You can just go)
You catch too many bodies (What?)
A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (Nah, nah)
I want you to see, I want you to grow
Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe
Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T.
I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (Takin' it slow)
Can't believe you lied to me (I can't)
And I'm the nigga of yo' dreams, it's gon' be hard to sleep (It's gon' be hard)
And a hoe gon' be a hoe, that shit don't bother me (That shit don't, nah)
But you all up in my crib, now bitch you tryin' me (Now you tryin')
Bitch, why you lyin' to me? (Bitch why you lyin'?)
Hell nah, we was on that jail call (What? What?)
You was sexin', hell nah (Damn)
You was fuckin', hell nah (Damn)
You was touchin', hell nah (Damn)
Hell nah, you was gettin' (Nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was in the (Damn, yeah)
Hell nah, he was with the (Hell nah)
Hell nah, I be there like
[King Von {Dreezy}:]
I told you before (I did)
If you wanna leave then you can just go (You can just go)
You catch too many bodies (What?)
A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (Nah, nah)
I want you to see, I want you to grow
Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe
Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T. {Hell nah, nigga}
I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (Takin' it slow)
[Dreezy:]
We been in this shit for two years, niggas know what's up with me (Put some respect on my name)
Say I don't show you off, I can't even brag on your name comfortably (You for everybody)
You got these weak bitches really thinkin' they can even fuck with me
But wanna shoot at it if a nigga touchin' me
Why you creepin' out late, with yo bih' and then run tellin' me that you tryna get custody (What?)
I'm like hell nah, what you care about, you wanna air it out, then nigga say it all (On God)
Fuckin' a bitch with no rubber then sit back and wonder why I had to play it raw (You fucked up)
You say you real but you ain't at all
How you break the code when you made it law?
My love don't come with a price, you could put me in ice, it won't stop me from skatin' off (I'm priceless)
And I come from the trenches, it's hard to show love but for you I was different (I was)
Been through this before
So go be with a hoe 'cause I know you was itchin'
The realest out all of yo' niggas (Still is)
And you heard me but ain't never listen (Shh)
Don't be tweakin' to get some attention, you gon' get caught with them rappers and strippers, I'm tellin' you
[King Von:]
Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was sexin', hell nah (What? Uh?)
You was fuckin', hell nah (Damn)
You was touchin', hell nah (Damn, nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was gettin' (Damn, nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was in the (Damn)
Hell nah, he was with the (Damn, nah, nah)
Hell nah, I be there like
I told you before (I did)
If you wanna leave then you can just go (You can just go)
You catch too many bodies (What?)
A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (Nah, nah)
I want you to see, I want you to grow
Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe
Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a GOAT
I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (Takin' it slow)
Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was sexin', hell nah
You was fuckin', hell nah
You was touchin', hell nah
Hell nah, you was gettin', hell nah
Hell nah, you was in the
Hell nah, he was with the, hell nah
Ain't See It Coming lyrics - King Von (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
[King Von:]
(Banger, banger)
Von, uh
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Who would've thought I'd be fightin' a body and beat it come home, start rappin' and make it? (Who?)
Who would've thought I'd be droppin' it off by the loads, when I was just trappin' in basements? (Who?)
Never thought I'd be city to city (Nah)
I'm livin' like a celebrity (I am)
I was countin' them balled up dollars (What?)
Now they see me, they pay me in equity (On gang)
I was on with a couple of hunnid (Uh-huh)
Was the man with a couple of thousand (Yeah)
Now I'm playin' with nothin' but hunnids (Uh-huh)
Pair of pants is a couple of thousand (Yeah)
Lot of bitches tryna feel me (They is)
Couple niggas wanna kill me (Who?)
Paparazzi tryna film me
Label still tryna deal me (Them M's)
[King Von {Moneybagg Yo}:]
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on, no, ah)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am, yeah)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' {I'm cold}
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh huh, yeah)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah) {uh, uh, uh, go}
[Moneybagg Yo:]
I woke up thumbin' through money (Blue hunnids)
Laid up next to a bitch with an onion (Oh whoa)
Ran that money up 'til I got bunions (Yeah)
Swear to God, I didn't see none of this comin' (Been cryin')
I just left the shower on some chill shit
They pull up like mechanics and drill shit (Brr)
Double R, the big body, I'm real rich (Real)
When they thought it was over, I'm still lit (Lit)
From the South took a flight to the coast (Coast)
We pour lean on the jet and then toast (Pour up)
I won't ever put nothin' past a ho (Can't go)
Talk too much, stick a dick in her throat (Uh, uh)
Did it way before I got hot, never made it through school, all I knew was the block (All I care about)
Used to look down on me then, tell them pussies look up, now I'm sittin' on the top (Big Bagg)
[King Von:]
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah)
I Am What I Am lyrics - King Von (feat. Fivio Foreign)
[Fivio Foreign {King Von}:]
Bow {What? What?}
(Fivi, let's do it)
Von (Heavy on it)
What? Von (Chopsquad), Fivi
Let's go
[King Von {Fivio Foreign}:]
I am what I am, what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Nah)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow}
Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow}
And if I should die {ay}, I'm boostin' the murder rate {I am}
My niggas gon' slide every day {We are}
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I am what I am {I am}, what I'm not, see, I'd never be {Nah}
Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow}
Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow, bow}
And if I should die {Bow}, I'm boostin' the murder rate {I am}
My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait {Grrt}
[Fivio Foreign:]
Ay, look, you know how we rock (You know how we rock)
I can't wait until we find out the block (I can't)
Forever Pop, we ain't never gettin' cool with the opps (Never)
I get the money, I do it a lot (I get the money, I do it a lot), bow
I got it on me, he gettin' shot (Bow)
We give a fuck about the cops (Bow)
I yell, "Woo," you know what to do (Grrt)
I throw the set when I come in the room (I do)
I heard they offer a hundred mill' (What?)
Tell them boys I need a hundred and two
Boom (ay, ay), boom (Boom)
Send me the addy, I'm comin' to you (Grrt, bow, bow)
Huh, send me the addy, I'm comin' to you
I just touched down (I just touched down)
Von like "Welcome to the 'Raq" (ay)
I need a gun, where it's at? (ay)
It's GDK on my back (ay, ay, ay)
Uh (Bow), and I ain't talkin' 'bout a tat (Nah)
Henny (Henny), 'gnac ('Gnac)
I'm off the liquor, don't know how to act (Bow), Fivi
[King Von {Fivio Foreign}:]
I am what I am (Chopsquad), what I'm not, see, I'd never be
Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow}
Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow}
And if I should die (ay), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)
My niggas gon' slide every day (We are)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Uh-uh)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (Huh?)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow, bow}
And if I should die (Uh-huh), I'm boostin' the murder rate (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait {Grrt, bow}, boom, boom
[King Von:]
Niggas been woofin' a lot like I ain't on the block
Boy, this shit'll get ugly (Niggas just woofin')
These niggas been talking to thots, act like I ain't hot
Bitch, I'm givin' third degree (These niggas pussy)
I was thirteen doin' burglaries (I was)
That nigga big brother used to serve for me (Workin')
I be fuckin' hoes that was curvin' me (They was curvin' me)
Last nigga play with King Von need surgery (He need surgery)
(Boom) Grandson (Von), I hit a bitch with my mask on (Uh-huh)
Then rob her crib, I'll be dead wrong (Boom)
My uncle in the cell makin' calls on the cell phone (Hello, yo, yo)
3D (Yeah), Icebox shine my VVs (Bling, blaow)
My shit glow like Chief Keef (Bang, bang)
Switch on the Glock got my bullets on repeat (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Niggas act tough, niggas don't wanna see me (Uh-uh)
When they see me niggas blind like Stevie (They be blind)
Ain't finished school, I ain't learned about a peace treaty (I didn't)
He try to peace treaty, end up like T Streetz (Boom, boom, damn)
Duckin' one time, I do a hit and I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
Niggas be woofin' for clout (Clout, what? Huh)
If he step up to bat, then nigga, I'm strikin' him out (Boom, boom)
I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Uh-huh)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (What? Huh?)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow)
And if I should die (What?), I'm boostin' the murder rate (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas gon' slide every day (Yeah, yeah)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Uh-huh)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (What?)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow, bow)
And if I should die (Uh-huh), I'm boostin' the murder rate (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (Grrt), boom, boom
[King Von (Fivio Foreign):]
I am what I am, what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Bow)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (Bow)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow)
And if I should die (ay), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)
My niggas gon' slide every day (We are)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (Grrt, bow)
Ride lyrics - King Von
Damn
I'd risk it all for you
And when a nigga get jammed, I'ma call for you
Yeah, yeah
Imma have to call your shit
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Von
You know how it go (Go)
When we in the streets (Streets)
I'm with my partners got my chopper like I'm NLE (NLE)
I'm out on bond, gang member with three felonies (Three felonies)
Might go to jail, if I need you, would you be there for me? (Be there for me)
The police thirsty too (Damn)
They just surround the block (The block)
Louie saw 'em comin' (Damn)
He told BJ, and Top (Ayy, watch out)
It was too late, I'm got (On God)
They snatch my chain, my watch (Chain, my watch)
They threw me in the car (The car)
Now can you hold me down?
A nigga always in the street, I'm playin' foul (Playin' foul)
I be up on trial (Up on trial)
Locked up for a while (For a while)
I don't know if I'ma make it, I don't know if I'ma drown
I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride
Would you ride? Would you ride?
Would you ride for me?
Would you ride? Now would you ride?
Could you ride for real?
You gon' ride, you gon' ride, pick a side
Don't you lie, come on ride, don't you lie to me
Come on ride
I got court tomorrow (Damn)
She say she gon' come (She gon' come)
I'm on trial, what I'm facin' a nigga murder one (Murder one)
She held it down, lately yeah, when I was on the run (On the run)
Held my gun (DJ on the-) What?
Who I love? Girl you the only one (You the only one)
I'ma make you smile (Make you smile)
Throw you some paper (Throw you some paper)
Girl, just be patient when they done deliberatin' (Yeah)
I'ma show you, you the greatest, all them other hoes be hatin' now
I'm rich and they can't take it, I'm just happy that we made it (Von)
Fuck it, I'd risk it all for you (I'd risk it all for you)
When a nigga get jammed, I'ma call for you (I'ma call for you)
All these hoes lovin' with who I am, I won't fall for it (No, I won't fall for it)
For a bitch like you, I'd give it all to her (I'd give all to her)
'Cause a nigga always in the street, I'm playin' foul (Playin' foul)
I be up on trial (Up on trial)
Locked up for a while (For a while)
I don't know if I'ma make it, I don't know if I'ma drown
I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride
Would you ride? Would you ride?
Would you ride for me?
Would you ride? Now would you ride?
Could you ride for real?
You gon' ride, you gon' ride, pick a side
Don't you lie, come on ride, don't you lie to me
Come on ride (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
How It Go lyrics - King Von
So, it's cold
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
When you fightin' them cases, court dates comin' slow (Uh-huh)
Them 9-1's no joke, you just gotta have hope (Have hope)
And don't say shit, give a fuck what they say they know
Give a fuck what they find (Damn), give a damn who they get
I bet the shit won't stick, my last rappy was a bitch
They gave him twenty-eight years 'cause the nigga wouldn't close his lips (Damn, damn, damn)
Just be cool, be patient, 'cause the opps still hatin'
Be the same niggas wrote them statements
Man, them niggas couldn't take you (Nah)
They was too scared to face, you was goin' through that bitch like Jason
Boy, you gotta be a fool (Huh?), how you think that shit cool?
You givin' names, you ain't playin' by the rules (What?)
Leave his ass in a pool (Damn), of his own damn blood
It's the type of shit that gon' make the news (Boom, boom)
See, now you just chillin', you just waitin' on trial
Gang'nem out there goin' wild, you know you got a child (Uh-huh)
And his mama ain't shit, but I know you learnt that by now
Heard she fuckin' with the opps (Damn)
And she was just on they block with the same nigga you was tryna pop (What?)
Man, this shit gotta stop (Damn)
Now you locked in a room, you just plottin' while you doin' push-ups
You better check on your bro, 'cause the nigga on the news came in, said he heard he got smoked (What?)
Better check on your ho, 'cause the same lil' nigga said, "She out there right now gettin' poked" (Damn)
That just ruined your day (Damn)
Now you tryna start a fight, sayin' niggas better stay out your way
Nigga, fix your face (What?), don't nobody give a fuck
Everybody goin' through the same thing
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (Your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)
Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)
A couple years (Been gone)
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (Your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)
Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)
A couple years (Been gone)
I been gone, tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone
Man, let me tell you how it is (Huh?)
See, you just got out, now a nigga tryna see his kids (Uh-huh)
But look, this the deal (What?), you don't got the bitch number
You don't know where she lives (Damn, damn, damn)
So you call up her mama (Uh), it ring three times
"Hey Ms. Jones, how you been?" (Hey Ms. Jones)
First thing she say (What?), is, "Oh, this Von, and damn, you back out again?" (Bitch)
But you ain't even trippin' (Nah), she finna die anyway
Old bitch knockin' on like sixty
And you ain't even got a penny (Nah), you could get rich or die tryin', favorite rapper must be 50 (Yeah, yeah)
Boy, you need you a Glizzy (Damn)
'Cause you still in the city and shorty and them still gettin' busy (What?)
See, I keep mine with me (Huh?)
And it's hard gettin' a gun from a nigga, it's like tryna get a kidney (Boom)
So what you gon' do? (Huh?) You gon' rob or gon' shoot? (Boom)
You gon' trap or gon' crack? (Boom) You gon' win or gon' lose? (Win or gon' lose?)
You gon' work, go to church, sell some merch
On the first, boy, I know that shit hurt (Know that shit hurt)
Better rap, better stack, better get them blue hunnids, put 'em in the matt' (In the matt')
The D.A. on your ass, you fuck up one time, then your ass goin' back
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (Your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)
Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)
A couple years (Been gone)
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (Your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)
Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)
A couple years (Been gone)
I been gone, tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone
Wayne's Story lyrics - King Von
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
My young nigga fourteen (Fourteen)
He ridin' 'round with that pole on him (Uh-huh)
See, shorty 'bout that life (Yeah)
Ain't nan' nigga finna go on him (Nah, nah)
We was on the block shootin' dice
When some grown niggas just stole on him (Damn)
He hopped up and upped pole on him
He ain't say nothin', he just blowed on him (Boom, boom, boom)
See, shorty 'bout that life (Uh-huh)
It was five witnesses, local citizens (Damn, damn)
And shorty ain't think twice (Nah)
He just up and did the shit like he ain't give a shit
Bullets hit his top, upper ligaments (Boom, boom)
One to the head, shorty finish him (Boom, boom)
The whole city know shorty killin' shit (Damn)
And he ain't go to jail, yeah, shorty lit (Damn)
Five years later, shorty still a troop (Huh?)
He think that he famous, he be on the news
He don't give a damn, he be skippin' school (Nah)
Breakin' all the rules, givin' niggas blues
School or the streets, shorty gotta choose (Huh?)
He picked the wrong one, shorty finna lose (Damn)
He don't even hustle, shorty ass a fool
And he ain't got no money, shorty should've hooped
Fuck that, ski mask, quick way
Give a fuck what you think, nigga, gotta get the rent paid (Gotta get the rent paid)
Can't get a job, got more bodies than Tay-K
You took the safe way, he was in the gangway (Gangway)
He got the drop, found out where Lil' Wayne stay
Lil' Wayne been havin' 'bows for a decade
Lil' Wayne, he ain't play, he a headache
But shorty ain't care, he was ready (What?)
Now shorty creeped up to the back door (Huh?)
And there's cameras all around this nigga crib
I don't know why shorty did that for (Why he do that?)
Lil' Wayne saw him come out through the threshold (What?)
Couldn't believe lil' shorty was that bold (What?)
Lil' Wayne tried to shoot, shorty let go (Boom, boom)
Lil' Wayne ear bleedin', it was that close (Ah, shit)
Few more shots, he looked up, shorty got ghost (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Now it's war outside (Yeah)
Get your ass inside (Inside)
If you ain't tryna ride (Tryna ride)
Or you ain't tryna die (Tryna die)
They doing homicides (Homicides)
You better pick your side (Pick your side)
You better stay inside (Stay inside)
Or, nigga, you gon' die (Damn, damn)
Wayne mad, this shit gettin' old (Huh?)
He hot, this beef gettin' cold (Gettin' old)
He gettin' tired shootin' up the nigga home (What? Huh?)
He ain't never there, lil' nigga always gone
Every call he get, he thirsty (He thirsty)
He saw his cousin and murked him (He murked him)
Broad day, driveway, at Church's (At Church's)
His auntie son that hurt him (Boom, boom)
Now shorty cryin', at the funeral, suit and a tie
Looked auntie straight in her eyes
"Whoever did this shit gon' die
Whoever did this mama gon' cry
He slide, I slide, we slide
Ain't stoppin' 'til one of us die
Ain't stoppin' 'til one of us die" (Boom)
Now it's war outside (Yeah)
Get your ass inside (Inside)
If you ain't tryna ride (Tryna ride)
Or you ain't tryna die (Tryna die)
They doing homicides (Homicides)
You better pick your side (Pick your side)
You better stay inside (Stay inside)
Or, nigga, you gon' die (Boom, boom)
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