Don't Miss lyrics - King Von
Von (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga, Doe, baow)
In the streets, we play for keeps (We play for keeps)
This chess, not checkers, lil' nigga, don't play with me (Nah, nah)
Around here, you gotta pay a fee (Gotta pay your fee)
Soon somebody die around here, they be blamin' me (Who? Who?)
See, you won't get the chance to breathe (Uh)
I hurt you, make you stay inside, a curfew (What? Huh?)
I keep two straps like I'm Urkel (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Play with Grandson, they gon' hurt you (Boom, boom, boom)
Shoot at the chest (Boom), don't miss
We want him stretched (Uh-uh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Rrah, rrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gat (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (Boom, boom)
If we say it's war, then it's that (Then it's that)
Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch (Uh-huh)
Thirty-thousand to the dentist, get my tooth fixed
Niggas kept playin', ain't even wanna do this (Uh-huh)
But I do this, I pull up and I shoot shit (Rrah, rrah)
We hit up your car
Tires flat, yo' ass ain't gettin' far
Flex and you get robbed
Make your wish, you ever seen a shooting star?
But nah, you haven't (Nah)
You ain't even met your daddy (Uh-uh)
You ain't even got no credit, Lil' Boosie and Webbie (What?)
King Von he a savage (Huh, he a savage, damn)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Huh?)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (Uh-huh)
Fuck my opps, nigga, excuse my grammar
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas, yeah (Rrah, rrah)
Duck your antennas (Duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa (What? Huh?)
I shoot like Tony Montana (Boom, boom)
No, they can't stand us
Real niggas stand up (Stand up, stand up)
I got my bands up (Bands up)
Still'll make you put your hands up (Grrah, grrah)
Ooh, his shit, they ain't sayin' nothin' (What?)
Don't miss
We want him stretched (Uh-uh, yeah)
He gone, nigga, who next? (Boom, boom, boom)
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Rrah, rrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gat (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (Boom, boom)
If we say it's war, then it's that (Damn, gang)
Real Oppy lyrics - King Von (feat. G Herbo)
[King Von:]
Tahj Money
What?
Look
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell little folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
I'm colder than a polar bear (Freeze)
My neck, solar flare (Bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin' beats (Yeah)
They gon' give me the chair (Damn, damn)
DJ, tell 'em I wasn't there (Nah, nah)
Play this if you ain't scared (Yeah)
This club go up, we throwin' chairs (What?)
You better duck your head (Boom, boom)
I pull up like, "What was said?"
If he wanna fight, I'll beat his ass
And if that bitch get mad and he gon' get his gun, we got FNs
Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain't Woo
These Chanels brand-new
Police come, I'm gettin' loose (Von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)
I'm rich, I ain't lootin' (Nah)
Get caught, I ain't do it (Nah)
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell little folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
[G Herbo:]
It's like 2 AM (Uh). Ridin' with my mans (Yeah)
He don't want no hoes (Uh-uh)
He just wanna spin (Go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (Grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (Uh)
Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)
I stay talkin' cash shit, we got all the Ms
I can't get her off my dick, this little bitch a fan (Fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got niggas blamed up
Told Smurk, "I'm pullin' up with my stick, I'm in the Lamb' truck" (Right now)
I'll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)
What the fuck you niggas starin' for?
[King Von:]
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell little folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
HitMan lyrics - King Von
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
They call that boy hitman (Huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He should be labelled a marksman
He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah)
So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Nah)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?)
Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom)
They call that boy hitman (What?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom)
He gettin' up close (Huh?), turn that boy to a ghost
He should be labelled a marksman (Yeah, yeah)
He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah)
So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Come here)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?)
Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom)
They call that boy hitman
See, I'm in the streets, and they in the way like a speed hump (Boom, drill)
I jumped off that porch and started smokin' shit (Boom)
Keep a stick on me like a tree trunk (Boom, boom)
I been drillin' shit for a long time (Long time)
I turned this shit into a hobby, nigga (Uh-huh)
He was tryna make it to the NBA (What?)
And I was tryna catch me a body, nigga (Boom, boom, boom)
Coolin' with gang and some older niggas, they was showin' me how to move (How to move)
Catch me on the block, totin' mops to slide on the opps when I'm not at school
Lurk and caught a nigga then I rocked his ass (Slide, ride)
By the third shot, hollows dropped his ass (Boom, boom)
I stood over him and then I sparked his ass
They done ran, take the brown box his ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like what's up now? He should never lacked with his goofy ass (Nah)
They done came back and tried to slide for 'em (Bitch ass nigga)
But they missed, what the fuck was they shootin' at? (Huh?)
I be shootin' them niggas, ain't shootin' back (Boom)
He ain't movin', I think he in cardiac (Boom, boom)
Got some niggas locked up in Pontiac
Take the soul out his chest, he ain't comin' back (Boom, boom)
They call that boy hitman (Huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He should be labelled a marksman
He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah)
So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Nah)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?)
Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom)
They call that boy hitman (What?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom)
He gettin' up close (Huh?), turn that boy to a ghost
He should be labelled a marksman (Yeah, yeah)
He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah)
So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Come here)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?)
Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom)
They call that boy hitman
Phil Jackson lyrics - King Von & Polo G
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Von)
I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson
We got Glocks and K's 'cause the field crackin' (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Nah), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (Huh?), she get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn), what if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah), hundred shots, he still clappin'
You know Von, I'm known to go in (Go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearin' sew-ins (Yeah, yeah)
I got out, fucked five of her friends (Von)
Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie's sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (Yeah), man, fuck your homie's sister (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a 40, I wasn't never worried (Nah, nah)
Teacher asked me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' 'bout some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin' Hail Marys (Grrah), you catch this, you gettin' buried (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Berry, they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay, I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Grrah, grrah)
I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (Callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (Huh?) 'cause the field crackin' (Go, huh?)
Goofy better tuck his chain, my lil' vultures will snatch it (Von, Von)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Damn, damn, damn)
I ain't in no rush to save (Yeah), I drove real fast (Huh?)
My bitch bad like she will not behave, she get real ratchet (I just keep goin')
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin'?
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hundred shots, he still clappin'
He think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been havin' (Who?)
My squad don't give no fuck, we tear shit up just like I'm Bin Laden (Go)
Runnin' to them bucks (Huh?), my Gucci scuffed (Run), now I got rich habits (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don't quit cappin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh (Yeah), now reload
And I can't see straight off the X 'cause I just keep rollin' (I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus (I be sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it (Grrah, grrah)
I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (Callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (Huh?) 'cause the field crackin' (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Von, huh?), I drove real fast (Nah, nah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?), she get real ratchet (Yeah, grrah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn), what if I was still trappin'? (Huh? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Grrah), hundred shots, he still clappin' (Grrah, grrah)
Robberies lyrics - King Von
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
See, somethin' ain't right (What?)
I can feel it in the air, my left eye just twitched twice (Damn)
Went to the door, saw a note on the floor (What?)
Ten day notice, state finna turn off my lights (Damn)
I ain't got no money, what I'm gon' do now? (What I'm gon' do now?)
Gotta eat to survive
I ain't got no money, what I'm gon' do, cry? (What I'm 'posed to do, cry?)
In these streets, you'll die (Nah)
I got some demons in my head (Yeah)
'Cause all of my opps dead and they constantly bother me (Ooh, shit)
And I got some homies with pounds (Why?)
But we ain't that cool, so I'm thinkin' 'bout robbery (Ooh, shit)
Gotta play this shit smart, it's gon' hurt their heart (Damn)
When they find out it was me that was robbin' 'em (Damn, damn)
Gotta catch him when it's dark, gotta run up on his car (Huh?)
That same one we always be ridin' in (Uh-huh)
I keep a stick like a violin (Boom)
I got the call and jumped up like a fireman (Zoom)
It wasn't too hard for me findin' him (Nah, nah)
I went to school with him, know where his mama live (I know where his mama live)
He was playin' that Lucci, that Summerhill (What? Lucci, that Summerhill)
I creeped up slow in that Bonneville (Drill)
They call me "Grandson" when I'm off the pill (Boom, boom)
Ran up to his car, made him grab the wheel (Don't move)
I grabbed his neck like I'm Iron Man (Yeah)
Just do what I say, know you don't wanna die in here (Nah)
If you reach or you tweak, I'ma fire in here (Boom)
I gotta go, don't be wastin' my time in here (Uh-uh)
I grab the bag out the back, it was full of the pack of that finest exotic, man
Then I let him go and got back on the road (Uh-huh)
Heard him whisper, "Boy, I'm gonna find your ass" (Man, what?)
Beat up the streets like a punchin' bag (Juug, juug)
I hit a lick, now I'm up a hundred bands (Damn)
I broke it down with my other man (Uh-huh)
Send them birds out, now they're comin' back again (Damn)
I'm on my way to the crib and I'm grippin' the wheel, gotta let my little brother in (Vroom, vroom)
Then I got boxed in at the light by the nigga I robbed (Skrrt)
And he hopped out a mini van (Don't move, huh? Damn)
See, somethin' ain't right (What?)
I can feel it in the air, my left eye just twitched twice (Damn)
Went to the door, saw a note on the floor (What?)
Ten day notice, state finna turn off my lights (Damn)
I ain't got no money, what I'm gon' do now? (What I'm gon' do now?)
Gotta eat to survive
I ain't got no money, what I'm gon' do, cry? (What I'm 'posed to do, cry?)
In these streets, you'll die (Nah)
I got some demons in my head (Yeah)
'Cause all of my opps dead and they constantly bother me (Ooh, shit)
And I got some homies with pounds (Why?)
But we ain't that cool, so I'm thinkin' 'bout robbery (Ooh, shit)
Gotta play this shit smart, it's gon' hurt their heart (Damn)
When they find out it was me that was robbin' 'em (Damn, damn)
Gotta catch him when it's dark, gotta run up on his car (Huh?)
That same one we always be ridin' in (Uh-huh)
From The Hood lyrics - King Von & Lil Durk
[Lil Durk:]
Cryin' tears
The Voice
King Von in this motherfucker
I'm sayin', The Motivation
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Don't take it personal
It hit different when you comin' from the hood
Don't take it personal (Personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I'm emotional, cryin' tears (Emotional, cryin' tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I was on Section 8, I hope I don't catch a case
I went broke yesterday, shoot X, a nasty taste
He robbed and showed his face
I gave my uncle a taste, I had to serve the bass
I gave my clothes to hoods, free Nine, for sure, he good
Got time, ain't know he took, real nigga, I overdo it (Overdo it)
Make sure the trenches good (Trenches good)
Giving lawyers to 'em, and I'm loyal to 'em, yeah
Don't take it personal
It hit different when you comin' from the hood
Don't take it personal (Personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I'm emotional, cryin' tears (Emotional, cryin' tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
[King Von:]
King Von (Von), I was raised there
I was doing hits when niggas wasn't, I ain't play fair (Boom, boom, boom)
I was trappin', just me and my cousin, on the late shift
He was shiesty, but that's still my blood so I ain't say shit
Niggas crazy
I got on and in my zone, now niggas say they made me
I heard there's niggas in the county lyin', sayin' they raised me (Old bitch ass niggas)
Damn, man, that shit be crazy
One of my opps got hit in his top and he ain't fuckin' make it (Boom, boom)
[Lil Durk:]
Don't take it personal
It hit different when you comin' from the hood
Don't take it personal (Personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I'm emotional, cryin' tears (Emotional, cryin' tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
Pressure lyrics - King Von
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)
And they're on the block when it's hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (Boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots
They ain't stop 'til they emptied the Glocks (Yeah)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (Two down)
He broke, I'm keepin' his wallet (Uh-huh)
O'Block, can't nobody stop us (O'Block)
It's pressure (Yeah)
On a nigga ass all day 'til you find where he stay (Where he stay)
That's pressure
In a nigga grass all night 'til he come out next day (Next day)
That's pressure, get him out the way (Uh-huh)
That's pressure, shoot him in the face (In the face)
That's pressure, leave him D.O.A. (D.O.A.)
That's pressure, don't leave a trace (Boom, boom)
See, foenem don't care if it's hot (They don't)
'Cause they're sendin' shots at an opp off the top (Rrah, rrah)
If you pull up, they're flippin' your car (Flippin' your car)
Tried to run, but he fell, so he didn't get far (Run, run)
Go long, I'm pickin' 'em off (Go long)
He cryin', I knew he was soft (I knew he was soft)
They're wrong for sendin' 'em off (They're wrong)
We score, we pissin' 'em off (Boom, boom)
Pressure, uh, no matter where, we pressin' (We press)
That nigga ain't a killer, he flexin' (He flex)
Last nigga got caught, bro did him nasty (Doom-doom, doom, doom)
No passes (Uh-huh), pass me the gun, I'ma blast it (I'ma blast, boom)
Hi-Point, nigga, you plastic (Uh), my niggas lookin' for the beef, you fastin'
See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)
And they're on the block when it's hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots
They ain't stop 'til they emptied the Glocks (Damn)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (Two down)
He broke, I'm keepin' his wallet (Uh-huh)
O'Block, can't nobody stop us (O'Block)
It's pressure (Huh?)
On a nigga ass all day 'til you find where he stay (Where he stay)
That's pressure (Uh-huh)
In a nigga grass all night 'til he come out next day (Next day)
That's pressure, get him out the way (Out the way)
That's pressure, shoot him in the face (In the face)
That's pressure, leave him D.O.A. (DJ on the beat, so it's a—, D.O.A.)
That's pressure, don't leave a trace (Boom, boom)
I'ma go get that (Go, go), my niggas ain't with the chit-chat (Nah, nah)
Nigga claim ShytSplat, nigga got his shit splat (Who?)
Lost his mind, he ain't got his shit back (Boom, boom, boom)
Nigga better sit back, nigga better sit back (Sit back)
Real niggas love when I spit facts (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on a nigga, let me get that (Let me get that)
Don't make me take somethin' you can't get back (Boom, boom)
It's pressure (Uh-huh, damn), put 'em on a stretcher (Rrah, rrah)
It be fucked up when you gotta kill a nigga, you ain't never met him
I be sendin' messages, ain't talkin' 'bout textin' (Man, I ain't talkin' 'bout)
Stretch a nigga out and I ain't talkin' 'bout stretcher (Definitely ain't talkin' 'bout)
My gun kick like that nigga off Tekken (Ain't talkin' 'bout)
If bodies is pounds, little nigga, I'm a heavy (What you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Little nigga, I'm a heavy)
See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)
And they're on the block when it's hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (Rrah, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots (Damn, damn)
They ain't stop 'til they emptied the Glocks (Uh-huh, damn)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (Two down)
He broke, I'm keepin' his wallet (I am)
O'Block, can't nobody stop us (O'Block)
It's pressure (Yeah)
On a nigga ass all day 'til you find where he stay (Where he stay)
That's pressure (Uh-huh)
In a nigga grass all night 'til he come out next day (Next day)
That's pressure, get him out the way (Out the way)
That's pressure, shoot him in the face (In the face)
That's pressure, leave him D.O.A. (DJ on the beat, so it's a ba—, D.O.A.)
That's pressure, don't leave a trace (Boom, boom)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Jimmy lyrics - King Von
(Tahj Money)
Von
Man, that nigga better pray (On God)
And stay with it on him (Stay with it)
He keep lookin' around, he feel death around the corner (It's death around the corner)
This nigga slimy (Slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (Lick in California)
Old man an organ donor
Gun to his head and picked his phone up
He say, "Look, man. We're both grown-ups." (What?)
I'll shoot you and won't give two fucks (What?)
Call your son, he better pick up (Pick up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (Yeah, yeah)
Pops is sweatin', started breathin' heavy (Damn), call the paramedics
He had asthma (Uh), but this crazy young bastard ain't care 'cause he was savage (What?)
He say, "Call him, stop the stallin'"
He cock back his little revolver (Gone)
He say, "God, this young man got a problem" (Grrah, grrah)
He say, "Nah, this a problem solver" (What? Huh?)
Old man shakin', now he get to coughin'
He ain't respondin', he can't get him off him
This man dead, he ain't even bother
Somebody son just lost a father (Damn)
Now Jimmy found out (What?)
His daddy got killed in his house (Who? What? Huh?)
Stuck in the game, he was tryna get out (Nah, nah)
Some bitch nigga ran in his house (Damn, damn, damn)
Couldn't take the pain, Jimmy broke right down (What? Huh?)
His daddy still on the ground (Huh? What?)
Said, "Daddy, you with mama now"
Shit fucked up, Jimmy was the only child (Damn, damn, damn)
Now Jimmy out here in the streets just runnin' wild (What?)
Put fifty bucks only Lil Cal (Damn, damn)
Niggas confused, like, "Why Lil Cal?" (What?)
They say Jimmy had cameras in his house (Yeah, yeah)
Somebody gave him a tip, say Lil Cal got a crib right there on the 6
He tryna score or assist, say, "God, if you give me this chance, I swear I won't miss" (On God)
Now he stakin' out in a car three houses down
Was just givin' up, now he pullin' up now
He parked his car and now he gettin' out (There he go)
Wasted, drunk, he stumblin' now
Jimmy rose and he shot like Kawhi (Boom, boom)
Bullets hit him, man, he hit the ground (Boom, boom)
Stood over him and he said with a smile
Man, that nigga better pray (Pray)
And stay with it on him (Stay with it on him)
He keep lookin' around, he feel death around the corner (It's death around the corner)
This nigga slimy (Slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (Lick in California)
Old man an organ donor (Man an organ donor)
Gun to his head and picked his phone up (Damn, damn)
He say, "Look, man, we both grown-ups" (What?)
I'll shoot you and won't give two fucks (Move)
Call your son, he better pick up (Give it up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (Goddamn)
Pops is sweatin', started breathin' heavy, call the paramedics
He had asthma, but this crazy young bastard ain't care 'cause he was savage
Heartless lyrics - King Von (feat. Tee Grizzley)
(Banger)
(The Melody)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
[King Von:]
Grew up, I was heartless (What?)
Outside those apartments (Yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (Boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (Boom, boom)
We make your face a target (Make your face)
Cdai done got me started (Uh-huh)
I catch your car and park it (What?)
Put your body on the market (Boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (What?)
Outside those apartments (Yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (Boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (Boom, boom)
We make your face a target (Uh-huh)
Cdai done got me started ('Dai done got me)
I catch your car and park it (Catch your car)
Put your body on the market (Boom, boom)
Ay, folks, go get his head (Get his head)
That boy in the red (In the red)
Ten bands'll leave him dead (Leave him what?)
I keep my shooters fed (Shooter fed)
That blicky got a leg (Got a leg)
These niggas tuck their tail (Tuck their tail)
Try to burst, I bet he dead (Huh? What?)
And this Hellcat extra fast (Boom, boom)
Hop out and run him down (Run him down)
I bet he gun him down (Gun him down)
Ain't see me comin' then (See me then)
They see comin' now (Comin' now)
Bodies get stiff when they hit the ground (What? Huh?)
Ooh, look, he leakin' now (Boom, boom)
Nah, he ain't tweakin' now (Boom)
I don't even think he breathin' now (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (What?)
Outside those apartments (Yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (Boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (Boom, boom)
We make your face a target (Make your face)
Cdai done got me started (Uh-huh)
I catch your car and park it (What?)
Put your body on the market (Boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (What?)
Outside those apartments (Yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (Boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (Boom, boom)
We make your face a target (Uh-huh)
Cdai done got me started ('Dai done got me)
I catch your car and park it (Catch your car)
Put your body on the market (Boom, boom)
[Tee Grizzley:]
Ay, bro, go get his face (Go open his shit)
Them hollows burn like mace (Baow)
Lil' bro run down with Ks (Come here)
Wipe shit down, don't leave no trace (Clean it)
Twelve years old, I was seein' them raids (Feds)
Unc' 'nem had too much weight (No cap)
Joy Road, that's where I came from
Throw it up while I'm on stage (H and 9)
They don't like us? Tell 'em shake somethin' (Shake somethin')
I don't fuck with these niggas, I'm straight on 'em (Straight)
Gas 'em up, we put brakes on 'em (Stop it)
Shooters at the crib, can't lay on me (Can't)
How you gon' take somethin'? We got a Drac' on us
Don't make us face one (Baow)
I'm a rare breed, want another me?
My nigga, it ain't one (One of one)
Bitch
[King Von:]
Grew up, I was heartless (What?)
Outside those apartments (Yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (Boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (Boom, boom)
We make your face a target (Uh-huh)
Cdai done got me started ('Dai done got me)
I catch your car and park it (Catch your car)
Put your body on the market (Boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (What?)
Outside those apartments (Yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (Boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (Boom, boom)
We make your face a target (Make your face)
Cdai done got me started (Uh-huh)
I catch your car and park it (What?)
Put your body on the market (Boom, boom)
Jealous lyrics - King Von, BreezyLYN & Tink
[King Von:]
(Wheezy outta here)
Damn
What?
Von
Huh? What?
You know I'm the realest (You know)
And you know I'm a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that little boy jealous, damn (Boom, boom)
But don't even mind that (Nah)
We ain't worried 'bout it, we ain't buyin' that (Uh-huh)
I'ma fall back, I'ma be cool (Be cool)
Just don't let me find out where he hidin' at (Boom, boom)
And you know I be tweakin', fuck that, never mind that (Nah, nah)
Girl, come here with your fine ass (Come here)
You first place in the contest (Yeah)
Kissin' on your neck while we undressin' (Uh, uh)
Put this pillow on the TEC, pussy gettin' wet
I be in it, beatin' down walls, pussy gettin' stretched
Afterwards, took her to the mall, pockets on shred (Huh? What?)
And I ain't even gotta flex (Nah, nah)
And we ain't even gotta text (Nah, nah)
And I ain't even got an ex (Nah, nah)
And you ain't even got a next (Huh? What?)
And we ain't even gotta sex
But look (Look), let me know, do you clean? Do you cook? (Do you cook?)
Let me know, would you iron a nigga clothes on the way to the show since a nigga be booked? (What?)
Let me know if you fucked on my homie named Wuk
Damn, she got me open like a book
I got her scared, she shook
Never fucked with a nigga from the hood
And I ain't never tasted no pussy this good
She gon' get somebody killed, let me knock on wood
But, girl, you fine, if lovin' you was a crime, then I'd damn near be booked
You know I'm the realest (You know)
And you know I'm a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that little boy jealous, damn
[BreezyLYN:]
I know how you get (I know how you get)
And I know you gang 'bout me (I know you gang 'bout me)
Down for whatever, gon' flame 'bout me (Flame 'bout me)
He tell me it's his, put his chains 'round me
Don't let me catch you with a bitch (Yeah)
I just might dig in my purse (I just might dig in my purse)
She just might go on a shirt (She just might go on a shirt)
He fuck with a baddie, he know what's it's worth (He know what's it's worth)
Baby, don't get it confused
If he fuckin' with me, then he know what to do (Know what to do)
I ain't the one or the two (One or the two)
If we talkin' 'bout niggas, I know who to choose (I know who to choose)
Yeah, he different (Yeah, he different)
He beat it in different positions (Yeah, different positions)
He hittin' my line when you missin' (What?)
Made him pull up and I told him to kiss it (Damn), damn
You the illest, nah, bae, I feel like you the realest
Yeah, it's often, I know that you feel it
He lovin' my vibe 'cause he know I'm the chillest (I'm the chillest)
Damn
[King Von:]
You know I'm the realest (You know)
And you know I'm a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that little boy jealous, damn
[Tink:]
Let me empty the clip
Get it hard when I sit on the tip
Pretty brown, he done put it down
Now I fuck around, had to beat up his bitch (Bitch)
'Cause he know that this pussy get wetter (Wet)
Fuckin' me with his pipe on the dresser (Pipe)
He a demon and I'm a little savage
Rich sex, hundred K in the mattress
Tell a bitch drop her __cpLocation
Pussy got you catchin' cases
Put it on me up in them trenches
Throat game got a nigga actin' different (Different)
You know I ain't givin' him back (Nah)
He in love with the way that it clap
And the way that he put in that work (Put in that work)
It be feelin' like we in the trap (Trap)
Locked in, put his heart in the vault
Say that ass and them titties is soft
Post bail if he ever get caught (Caught)
That's how it go when you fuckin' a boss, look
[King Von:]
You know I'm the realest (You know)
And you know I'm a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that little boy jealous, damn
Act Up lyrics - King Von
Von
Huh? What? Huh?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill 'em (Boom, boom)
Now I'm getting money, got so much ice on me, I just be chilling (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff (Nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (Boom, boom)
Fuck nigga act up (Who?), then his ass getting clapped up, better not come near me (Boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (Yeah), I was tryna kill 'em (Huh? Huh?)
Now I'm getting money, got so much ice on me (Yeah), I just be chilling (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Fuck nigga act up, then his ass getting clapped up (Boom), better not come near me (Boom, boom)
You can take a nigga out the streets (What?), can't take the streets out a nigga (Nah)
You can make a nigga super famous (What?), but deep down, he still a killer (Yeah)
You can give a nigga all that money (Huh?), more choppers and poles for the gang (Uh-huh)
You see a potential investment (A what?), we see a potential stain (On gang)
Only thing different, I'm checking a bigger bag (Uh), I'm rapping and doing shows (Rapping and doing shows)
But still I support the trenches, still be trapping and shooting poles (Still be trapping and shooting poles)
Plus, I can't forget my struggle (I can't)
Can't never forget where I came from (Uh-uh)
Won't never forget what made me (I won't)
Still snatching up souls like Shang Tsung (On gang)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill 'em (Boom, boom)
Now I'm getting money, got so much ice on me, I just be chilling (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff (Nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (Boom, boom)
Fuck nigga act up (Who?), then his ass getting clapped up, better not come near me (Boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (Yeah), I was tryna kill 'em (Huh? Huh?)
Now I'm getting money, got so much ice on me (Yeah), I just be chilling (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Fuck nigga act up, then his ass getting clapped up (Boom), better not come near me (Boom, boom)
Nigga, we shoot shit for real (Uh)
Lack one time and your ass get killed (Boom, boom)
Nigga, I just popped me a pill (Uh-huh)
First motherfucker get caught, boy, his ass getting nailed (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Niggas be scared when I roll up (I know)
I'm the type to do a nigga dirty, act like I don't know him (Boom, boom)
He ain't see it coming, so I had to show him (Boom, boom)
Run up on a crowd and just get to blowing (Boom, boom, boom)
Never worked at no bar, but I throw shots (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
You can call me a pro at how good I blow Glocks (Yeah)
Got my whole hood on lock (Lock)
Niggas hating, be the same ones get shot (Get shot, what?)
And niggas mad 'cause they ain't got what I got (Nah, nah, nah)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill 'em (Boom, boom)
Now I'm getting money, got so much ice on me, I just be chilling (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff (Nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (Boom, boom)
Fuck nigga act up (Who?), then his ass getting clapped up, better not come near me (Boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (Yeah), I was tryna kill 'em (Huh? Huh?)
Now I'm getting money, got so much ice on me (Yeah), I just be chilling (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Fuck nigga act up, then his ass getting clapped up (Boom), better not come near me (Boom, boom)
Think I'm A Hoe lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (Think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (Oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (Whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (Think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (Oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (Boom, boom)
Broad day, pipes out (Pipes out)
It be busting on the block (Uh), so we gotta keep the pipes out (Gotta keep 'em out)
Pull up right now (Right now)
Just an opp on the phone (Huh?), talking 'bout he wanna fight now (He wanna what?)
Slow down, first off, free BiteDown (Free BiteDown)
Second off, boy, you know we don't fight now (Know we don't fight)
The last niggas, boy, you know they got knocked (Boy, you know they got)
And you was one 'em too, but I know you don't move now (Boom, boom, boom)
See, it started at little folks crib
We got guns in this bitch, boy, you know how it get (Boy, you know how it get)
We getting busy, used to pop out dips (What?)
Used to blow niggas down then pop back in (Boom, boom, boom)
Two hit, one dead, that's money (That's money)
He ran, got caught up the one-way (Up the one-way)
My little niggas do hits on Sunday (Huh? What? Boom)
Keep a straight face, King Von love that gunplay (Boom, boom, boom)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (Think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (Oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (Whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (Think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (Oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (Boom, boom)
Heads up, don't snooze (Don't snooze)
Same niggas playing tough, same niggas on the news (Put 'em on the news)
Rob me, who you? (Who you?)
If a nigga up a gun, then that nigga better shoot (Nah, nah, nigga better shoot)
Wild animal, I be in the zoo (I be in the zoo)
Double homicides, boy, I got a few (Boy, I got a few)
Your homie got killed and you ain't got a clue (Huh? What? Damn, damn)
Do the same shit to him, do the same shit to you (Boom, boom)
It's a war outside (War), black men die (Damn)
Riots, police sirens, put our difference aside (Yeah, gang)
And stand side by side, you know I'ma ride
Fuck 12, police ain't killing me (They ain't killing me)
And we can bet that your man ain't as real as me (He ain't as real as me)
On the beat or the streets, I be killing shit (I be killing shit)
And I ain't got no feelings, bitch, you don't wanna witness this (Boom, boom)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (Think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (Oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (Whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (Think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (Oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (Boom, boom)
All We Do Is Drill lyrics - King Von
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Von, Von
Get Back Gang, they got my back (Uh-huh)
Still won't lack, I got my strap (Nah, got my strap)
We gon' score first time we slide
Switch the whip and come right back (Boom, boom, come right back)
Do hits out that Thundercat (Uh-huh)
Choppers like a lumberjack (Rrah, rrah)
Heat up like a thermostat (Huh? Huh?)
Make that little boy take a nap (Boom, boom), gang
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Yeah, slide, slide, slide)
Get Back Gang, bitch, we drilling and we shoot to kill (Gang)
Get Back Gang, I'm with my squad
Don't compare, y'all not like us (Nah, nah)
How many shots? Like fifty-two (What?)
Like I got a deck of cards (Boom, boom)
Chiraq, bitch, we trained to go (Trained to go)
Cock back, up and aim and blow (Aim and blow)
Head shot made him lose his mind (What?)
Now that boy insane for sure (Damn, damn)
Gun too big, can't be concealed
High speed, Boss Top got the wheel (Skrrt, skrrt)
Magic trick once it's be revealed (Huh? What?)
Making niggas disappear (Disappear)
Yeah, I'm known to be a nuisance (Yeah)
He ain't doing no hits, he useless (Nah, nah)
Bro 'nem told me stick to music (What?)
Told they're ass, "Stop being stupid."
Ride with me, I ride for y'all (Yeah)
Slide for me, I slide for y'all (Rrah, rrah)
Get Back Gang, that's how we rock (What?)
Free folks 'nem behind the wall (Free the guys)
This my time, a new Patek (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Fuck your foul, I move with TECs
Front your move and you get stretched (What?)
Front your move and you get stretched (Boom, boom)
Get Back Gang, they got my back
Still won't lack, I got my strap (Got my strap)
We gon' score first time we slide
Switch the whip and come right back (Come right back)
Do hits out that Thundercat
Choppers like a lumberjack (Lumberjack)
Heat up like a thermostat (Yeah)
Make that little boy take a nap (Boom, boom), gang
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Yeah, slide, slide, slide)
Get Back Gang, bitch, we drilling and we shoot to kill (Von, boom)
Bitch, I'm hanging with my felons (Huh?)
Glock gon' repeat like a parrot (Like a parrot)
All these hits, I need a plaque (What?)
Body count on cemetery (Cemetery)
Quick to blow, won't hesitate (Yeah)
Make that nigga levitate (Boom, boom)
Mask up, I won't show my face (Nah)
Niggas talk, can't catch a case (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't talk about no killings (Huh?)
You already know who did it (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Boy, don't try to be no hero (Huh? Huh?)
All my niggas supervillains (Supervillains)
They just talk, they're sending threats
Shot at us, they get addressed
Thot gave me your home address
We gon' pop up, where you at? (Ay, where you at?)
All that air up in his chest (Huh?)
Pop his ass and leave him flat (Leave him flat)
We done left his whole hood dry (Damn)
Ever since we left him wet (We left him wet)
Nah, these niggas can't hang with me (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Most of these niggas, they're lame to me
Thirty-three shots, that came with me
And I got all my gang with me (Gang, gang)
Get Back Gang, they got my back
Still won't lack, I got my strap (Got my strap)
We gon' score first time we slide (Huh?)
Switch the whip and come right back (And come right back)
Do hits out that Thundercat (Huh?)
Choppers like a lumberjack (Lumberjack)
Heat up like a thermostat (Huh?)
Make that little boy take a nap (Boom, boom), gang
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (Yeah, slide, slide, slide)
Get Back Gang, bitch, we drilling and we shoot to kill (Von)
GangLand lyrics - King Von (feat. 42 Dugg)
(808 Mafia)
Let me hear you say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Murder, murder
Lil' bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (Baow), murder (Baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I'm the only nigga curving, curving
Nigga, send that shit, I'ma sell it in a hurry (Quick), hurry (Quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin' less than a thirty, blew it
Play with my mines, nigga know I'm goin'
In the strip club, all the ones, I'm throwin' 'em
Pints, I'm pouring, game life, I'm tourin'
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I'm bored
VLONE, Forgis on order
Bitch, I'm the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers
Not so many people really seen my vision, in the field, not slippin'
I'm real life busy, that pill life, did it
I feel like trippin', I really like killin'
I fuck niggas' bitches, send 'em back for a living
Know a couple still sellin' crack for a living
In the back with the pistols and couple ARs
Name a bad bitch in the city ain't ours (Not one)
Let me hear you say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Trick bitch, just caught a murder, murder
Lil' bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (Baow), murder (Baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I'm the only nigga curving, curving
Nigga, send that shit, I'ma sell it in a hurry (Quick), hurry (Quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin' less than a thirty, blew it
Play with my mines, nigga know I'm goin'
In the strip club, all the ones, I'm throwin' 'em
Pints, I'm pouring, game life, I'm tourin'
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I'm bored
Vlone, Forgis on order
Bitch, I'm the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers (Von)
Right now (Right now)
Got some niggas on trial, got some niggas in the ground
Got some niggas that told, they don't never come around
If they ever come around, I'ma blow they ass down, damn (Yeah, boom, boom, boom)
Right now (Right now), got some niggas over east, got some niggas in the D (Over east)
I just called 42, told him, "Bring me a key" (42)
And we still play for keeps 'cause we still in the street (On gang)
Uh, I was doing hits for the low (For the low), kick in your door (Boom), make niggas get on the floor (Get on the floor)
I fucked your bitch on the road (On the road), she at my show (Huh?), nigga, you know how it go (You know how it go)
I know your homie, he pussy (I know)
I come to your city, lil' nigga, just book me (Just book me)
I see them lil' niggas lookin' (I know)
Gotta watch how you move or your life'll get tooken (Huh? What? Boom, boom)
Gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Murder, murder
Lil' bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (Baow), murder (Baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I'm the only nigga curving, curving
Nigga, send that shit, I'ma sell it in a hurry (Quick), hurry (Quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin' less than a thirty, blew it
Play with my mines, nigga know I'm goin'
In the strip club, all the ones, I'm throwin' 'em
Pints, I'm pouring, game life, I'm tourin'
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I'm bored
Vlone, Forgis on order
Bitch, I'm the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers
Out Of The Streets lyrics - King Von & Hotboii (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
Ha, ha-ha-ha
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Gotta stay strong 'cause my granny getting weak now
I got that call, now a nigga can't sleep
And I been stuck in Miami for a week now
I'm like, "God, why You doing this shit to me?"
You cannot quit, you gotta get back on your feet now
I'm tryna climb but this mountain looking steep
And if you miss, I'll be there for the rebound, ooh
I'm just tryna make it out the streets
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I done made something out of nothing (Made)
Givenchy bubble coat puffing (Frozen)
Sipping a controlled substance ('Kesha)
Half a milli', fill a duffy (Easy)
Roses red, hundreds blue (True)
Drugged up to the moon (Up there)
Slow motion better than no motion (How?)
Ferrari truck, vroom-vroom (Skrrt)
Trenches in me even though I'm thanking God I made it out (Yeah)
Millions in my bank account, still take a couple noodles down (Ha)
Nigga make me mad enough, I'll drop a bag and paint the town (Go)
They been talking long enough, go tell 'em come and do something now (Get nervous now)
Bagg
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
If you tryna make it through the week, keep far
When you in the trenches, gotta sleep with the foreign
Mama, if you lose me to the streets, then I failed you
Almost lost me to that cell too, little boy, I used to sell too
I jumped off the porch before this rap shit, we gone
And I still think about poverty, I get racks to recall
Running through racks like Serena
I just wanna pack out arena
No, I don't lack, I keep gun
I get back, I could be Von (Von)
When I Die lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Don't let them goofies touch my casket when I die
And when you leave my funeral, you better slide (You better slide)
But if they kill King Von, then something is not right
The opps don't play with him, that happened from inside
See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned (You better slide)
See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
See, I don't get it (Huh?)
Every time somebody die, they be like, "Yeah, Von did it" (What?)
And I wasn't even outside, I be like, "Man, y'all trippin' (Y'all trippin')
Tryna put me up on trial, ain't even got no witness (No witness)
Ever since I got back out, I just been mindin' my business (My business)
But them people still come for me (They come)
My past keep hauntin' me (Yeah, haunt)
Like, what? My kids mean somethin' to me (Damn, damn)
They know my past, they judgin' me
I hold my weight, ain't nothin' to me
My mama sad, she huggin' me (My mama sad, she huggin' me)
Don't let them goofies touch my casket when I die
And when you leave my funeral, you better slide (You better slide)
But if they kill King Von, then something is not right
The opps don't play with him, that happened from inside
See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned (That shit was planned)
You better slide
You better slide
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
When I die
When I die
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
Family Dedication 2 lyrics - King Von
(Raw Equity)
You ain't got it in your background, you ain't got it, like, it's just, you know?
Don't try to go and get it, man, going to get it for the wrong reasons and shit
You see what I'm saying? I rap about what I rap about and shit, I done been through shit, I done saw shit
I was put in them situations just 'cause that's how I grew up
That's just where they put me at, I ain't go through that shit just for my career or none of that shit
It's just the career, this rap shit just happened
After all the struggle, it just finally happened
And I pop up, I just pop up
And I, and I know who to go to 'cause it's the same people, you see what I'm saying?
So I'll stop over here, see my homie mama that passed away
I hit her with some shit, you see what I'm saying?
I go over here, I hug the kids, take pictures, you know?
Go over here, give them some money
Go to the little candy store, buy the whole candy store for the kids and—
Just little shit like that, little shit
Man, you know, shit that you wanted a motherfucker did for you when you was a shorty
It's shit that you wanted from your mom and them
Nah, you gotta understand, like
I'll always look out for Parkway, you see what I'm saying? That's my block
These are people I really grew up around for like more than ten years, you see what I'm saying?
So, man, it's all love, especially now, you know?
Then why wouldn't you wanna be someone when you was fucked up, you see what I'm saying?
I was fucked up and couldn't do nothing, you see what I'm saying?
Now I got it and the same people, they see me, everybody just so happy, you see the love in they eyes
Dayvon told us
What?
She said grandma couldn't go
Oh, yeah, she supposed to, I thought she was gonna be there
What you on, little foenem? With the big bonnet on
Look at gang, now looking like your mama
Hold on, let me get on there, ma
Move your heads over, man
Damn, look at Sky, looking like, you look just like your father
Ay, that's messed up, aha
I said that's messed up, I ain't gon' say that's messed up, she look like her mama
We finna go to the mall, Sky
We finna go on a shopping spree
I love dada
(Raw Equity)
Where I'm From lyrics - King Von
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I grew up with all my niggas (All my niggas), in them buildings
Low income, roaches on ceilings (Roaches on ceilings), man, y'all don't get it
But I had a dollar, we was at the store (We was at the store), folks gettin' fifty
We was so close when we was dead broke, now I got a million, nigga, I'ma split it
They say, "Von, why you trippin'?" Nigga, watch out, mind your business
I done lost niggas, all I got is pictures, I don't give no fuck, I don't got no feelings
I was seventeen locked up in the cell, got word they just killed O
I was confused, O was the G.O.A.T, how they killed him and he stay with his pole?
Now I'm just doin' my time, can't get bro out my mind, I'm goin' crazy
I called Sheroid one time 'cause I saw the news and somebody ain't make it
Can't be us, they mistaken, I asked folks, his voice shakin'
He switched the subject, tried to change it
But I'm not slow, you can't game me
I'm like, "Who? ", he like, "Nigga, what?"
I'm like, "Who got shot? ", he like, "Fuck"
I'm like, "Nigga, what? ", he said that's our boy J.R
My heart stopped and I'm confused 'cause J.R, he a leader
How the fuck you gon' die on us, nigga? O just died, we need you
Now I'm on the overtired on the deck with niggas I don't even know
And nigga, I over cried, I can't lie, I'm a gangster but that shit hurt
J Money was in there with me too, we was sick but we ain't had a flu
We was jammed up, ain't shit we could do
Didn't beat his case, J Money actin' a fool
Now I'm in boot camp by now, I'm comin' home at the right time
Sosa goin' crazy, got the city on lock now
O'Block, bitch, we hot now
I get out on house arrest, first nigga I call was Duke
He said, "Shit, what you on? ", I said, "Shit, bitch, what's new?"
He said, "Shit, nigga, it's you"
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