Grandson, Vol. 1 (2019)

• Went Silly
• Tuff
• Crazy Story
• Crazy Story, Pt. 3
• Twin Nem
• Fuck Yo Man
• No Flaws
• What It's Like
• Hoes Ain't Shit
• War With Us
• Jet
• Mama's Boy
• Crazy Story 2.0

Went Silly lyrics - King Von

Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von

Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch

Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist

If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested, bitch

You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit

I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit

My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit

See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles

I probably catch a body before I catch a cold

Hold on, hold on, hold—Run that shit back

This that OTF shit, this that Stretch Gang shit, this that GetBack Gang shit

Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von

Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch

Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist

If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch

You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit

I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit

My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit

See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles

I probably catch a body before I catch a cold

I got a shootin' folks habit, I know I'm too savage

My little bro packin', we team No Lackin

Better not get caught in traffic, 'cause I'm Stretch Gang crazy

My old ho is blue, I wouldn't fuck 'em if they paid me

Hermes, nah, bitch this Ferragamo

Ain't tryna fuck the nigga bitch, I'm tryna fuck his mama

I'm with a bad bitch named London, she gay and she swing both ways like nunchucks

My guys deep fry shit, Popeyes

Never lackin' stay on point, see everything like I'm cockeyed

Ho nigga got bitch ways, he switch sides

Change a nigga like a flat tire, he gon' need more than peroxide

Ooh, I know you feelin' this, boy this that killin' shit

This that gang only shit, you need a membership

This that hit your target shit, it hit your witness shit

You ain't see that boy in three days, that's that he missin' shit

Now, that's that fishy shit, but Von tote a 50 clip

Plus my gun been through some shit

Like Bernie Mac, bitch, who you with?

Balmain, nah, bitch I rock Amiris

My Drac' just caught two niggas back to back, it's gettin' scary

Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch

Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist

If you ain't suckin' dick, then I ain't interested bitch

You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit

I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit

My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit

See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles

I probably catch a body before I catch a cold

Tuff lyrics - King Von

Say what?

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Von

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough

That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff

Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up

Ay, get up

Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up

You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up

Sick as fuck, yeah, I'm sick as fuck, and I'm slick as fuck

Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him, "Pick me up."

Drop your panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck

Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck

Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin'

Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin'

Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin'

I got a bag with your little stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough

That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff

Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up

Ay, get up

Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up

You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough

That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff

Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up

Ay, get up

Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up

You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up

I got money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money

Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin'

Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck

Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck

Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck

Where your friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck

Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie

Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie

See I like hoes that be bougie though, but they be choosin' though

They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio

They off Remy and that D'usse and that Julio

And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio

See, I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though

This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her booty hole

Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes

Thought it was sweet? I'm at your funeral, I have to play my role

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough

That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff

Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up

Ay, get up

Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up

You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough

That little boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff

Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up

Ay, get up

Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up

You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up

Crazy Story lyrics - King Von

And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)

I'ma let this MAC float, this one, hold on

I said I'ma let that-

Alright, come on

(Von)

Alright

(Von)

Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee

I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be

I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat

She like Von, "You already know, just put your girl on fleek."

I'm like, "Cool, I can do that, boo, what, you want some shoes?"

"Jimmy Choo? With a handbag, too? Red or baby-blue?"

She get to smilin', she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit

I'm just laughin', coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips

I be speedin', coulda been a driver the way I push the whip

You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit

But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick

He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist

Now it's like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in The Wic

But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet him at the store

I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do

'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew

I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new

We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go

But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6-24

Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now

He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start

That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fourth

He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore

Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck

Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt

Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire

Block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers

I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass

But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'

I was lacking, 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?"

I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga who?" I was born to shoot

I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang when it comes to chains

So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie

Bitch it's do-or-die, you said you gon' slide

You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work

From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

Bitch we not from 63rd

This the game, put in work

Crazy Story, Pt. 3 lyrics - King Von

Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this

Huh, what?

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Von

Now here it go

I just made it home, missed calls on my phone

See, I been gone

Was tryna hit a lick but that shit just went wrong

I got a thot

She right off the block, her crib be the spot

And we got Glocks

Tucked all in her shit, don't come unless you knock

But this bitch grimy

Told her 'bout this nigga, helped me set him up

And she was with it

She just want some shoes and she ain't give no fucks

So we do that

I was at his neck, creepin' from the back

But saw the opps and had to let em have it

How fucked up is that?

But where that bitch?

She ain't called me yet, we did that at six

And who got hit?

I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss

Now two weeks pass

I'm back on my grind, I can't waste no time

The opps been quiet

They be whoopin', though, but them niggas not slidin'

And I been high

I can't even lie, that thot been on my mind

Why she ain't called?

I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she alright

Now it's midnight

I'm hittin' some blocks, just me and my Glock

Came to a stop

I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop

My phone keep ringing

Just a ho, of course, this bitch pro'ly bored

I press ignore

I ain't got no time, a whore gon' be a whore

Now I get that feelin'

Something ain't right, I look to my right

And I'm like, damn

There go that flexing nigga, he wavin' his pipe

He get to dumpin'

Bullets get to coming, my heart get to thumpin'

I feel something

My left shoulder hot, blood just get to gushing

I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a bitch?

And he with that bitch

I got a glimpse

She got them big lips that's made for sucking dick

Now it makes sense

That ho set me up, that little dirty slut

The double-cross

Tryna get me caught like I'm Randy Moss

Ah, shit

I just dropped my gun, plus I got one arm

I'm tryna drive

I can't shoot back now, this man on my ass

I almost crashed

But I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real

But there go twelve

He bust a quick right and I just bust a left

Aw, shit

What the fuck, gang, you good?

Damn, my shoulder

You know this bitch be fuckin' with me, gang

Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit

That was crackin' off last week with them niggas and shit

Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look

Now this what happened

A week later

My arm in a sling, I been sippin' lean

Pure codeine

I don't feel a thing, my ho say I'm mean

I need a blunt

Stuff that bitch with Runtz, boy, I'm on a hunt

And ain't no breakfast

But I'm 'a box a nigga, like some Cap'n Crunch

I got a tip

That that thot bitch be on 75th

Right off Cottage

With her best friend, gettin' her hair did

I'm like cool

Finna make my move, post up what I do

This bitch a fool for tryna play me out

Like this shit was cool

Now it's like two

Catch her walkin' out, her new hairstyle blue

And she look cute

But that mean shit to me, I crept up then I boomed

And that was that

Now I'm running back, I stop in my tracks

There go that Porsche

How crazy is that? Boy, I'm on his ass

The first blast

It shatter his glass, damn, this nigga fast

He hit the gas

I'm still shootin' at him, but I'm too far back

Damn, I'm hyped

Let me tuck this pipe, get up out of sight

'Cause I see lights

And them bitches bright, can't go to jail for life

So I take flight

Made it to the hood, everything went good

Knock on wood

Flame me up a 'Wood, Tooka smellin' good

Looked at my phone

Got a text from Herb, he say, "What's the word?"

I say, "Shit. I'm just coolin', bitch

I'm not from 63rd."

Bitch we're not from 63rd

Stretch Gang put in work

Twin Nem lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)

I'm sayin' we be with the killers that kill all the fuckin' killers, nigga

You know the fuck we rockin' man, for sure, for sure

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

Niggas talkin' on the net, like, pop out, where you at? Ay

All we know is pop out with our guns, we from the 'Raq, ay

Pop out, catch that nigga tryna run we wet his back, ay

Are you cocky? Turned you to a dolphin 'cause you crack treys

Bitch (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Let's go (ay), bang (ay, ay, ay, ay)

Boom (ay, ay, ay), yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay), yeah

(Ay, ay,) gang (ay, ay), gang

Keep yo' damn gun, even though he handsome he'll blam some

Who you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout grandson

Foenem took them bullets, we put switches on them handguns

Foenem got caught shootin' on the camera, put yo' mask on

Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh, uh

Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh

I get that call, he at the box, I'm tryna kill him (Huh, what?)

That bitch gon' tell me all the info, I'm 'a milk her (Huh, what?)

To them, you super tough, to us you just a victim (You just a victim)

My bitch be mad I come in late, bitch, I was drillin' (Bitch, I was drillin')

The opps be tough, when they get shot they're in their feelings (They're in their feelings)

Don't take too long I get that call, I'm there in minutes (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

I be ridin' with my gun and I'm a felon (Huh, what?)

Since you cocky with your head we crack your melon (Huh, what?)

I put my trust inside my brother, but he was tellin' (Gang, gang)

This deeper than rap, but if I catch him, I'm 'a nail 'em (Grra, grra)

Where he stay he think he safe, but we know where he stay (ay)

On the Lam we do it for Moe, in the O we do it for Big A

GetBack Mode, what you off? Tic-tac-toe, what you thought?

He KO'ed, he think we soft, catch his ass and tear him off

See, back in school I was a fool, a real stepper

You better dip if you get hit, they cannot help you

They're tryin' their best, they're runnin' lights you going to melt

A nice pic on their shirt, that's what they better do

Set my alarm, It's time to kill 'cause we're on schedule

I can't speak on what we doin', that shit federal

You thought that you caught me lackin', I'm ahead of you

You tryna rap and you get killed, they're gon' be mad at you (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (ay, ay)

Gang (ay, ay), gang (Huh, huh?)

Fuck Yo Man lyrics - King Von

Huh? What?

(KidWond3r)

What? Huh?

(KidWond3r)

Von

Von

Bitch, fuck your nigga

Ho, fuck his feelings

You say you stayin'

See, ho, you trippin'

See, I'm a killer

But I got feelings

I catch you with him

I just might kill him

It feel like I'm doing the most

I like you, I'm letting you know

They been running from me their whole life

But I ain't into chasing no hoes

See, I cut this shit and just go

If I like you, I'm fucking you slow

Don't be scared 'cause I keep these guns 'round me

Never know who might come through the door

See, it started one day by the store

I was lurking, you know how that go

They was lacking, they know we at war

Hit the corner, I'm letting it blow

Boom, he fell, can't get up no more

I'm running, my forehead was soaked

I hear sirens, boy, they're getting close

Don't know how much far I can go

Told God forgive me, I'm wrong

Looked up, saw a bitch at the door

She waved, said, "Boy, come on"

I'm so happy, she don't even know

Made it in, then I hit the floor

Looked up, she was locking the door

Asked me, "Do I still got my pole?"

I looked down like, "You already know"

Look, my name Von, I know

And I'm from the O, I know

But I ain't do shit, I know

Don't worry, you good, they're gone

This bitch was bad for sure

I gave her some racks for a coat

Asked her do she live alone?

She say, "Nah, he on his way home"

Bitch, fuck your nigga

Ho, fuck his feelings

You say you stayin'

See, ho, you trippin'

See, I'm a killer

But I got feelings

I catch you with him

I just might kill him

We been talkin', now we gettin' close

Her nigga a lame and he broke

When we fuckin', I love how you moan

You get T'd when they play my songs

My birthday the code to her phone

"Is he gone?" "Yeah, come on"

She call me when he not at home

So deep that I'm touchin' her soul

Now it feel like you leading me on

Got me all in their bed, this bitch wrong

I told her just leave him, she won't

I don't understand, what's wrong?

Bitch, stop playin' games, we grown

Looked up, heard, "Baby, I'm home"

Looked back, I was clutching my pole

She tellin' me, "No, Von, you wrong"

Bitch, fuck your nigga

Ho, fuck his feelings

You say you stayin'

See, ho, you trippin'

See, I'm a killer

But I got feelings

I catch you with him

I just might kill him

Bitch, fuck your nigga

Ho, fuck his feelings

You say you stayin'

See, ho, you trippin'

See, I'm a killer

But I got feelings

I catch you with him

I just might kill him

No Flaws lyrics - King Von

No flaws

King Von

I ain't got no flaws

No flaws

King Von

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

I ain't got no flaws

So please don't bring your ho 'round me

I brush my teeth, then floss

These diamonds, ain't no cavities

Boy, I got all this sauce

Foreign bitches be on me

Got diamonds in my watch

I can't tell what time it is

Bitch, get out, now walk

Told these hoes 'bout playin' with me

And he outlined in chalk

All my bullets RIPs

She left me, ha-ha

Man, these hoes be so funny

And you know how I rock

All these hoes in love with me

When I pull up, they run

All the opps, they run from me

And they call me "King Von"

K-I-N-G V-O-N, say

I ain't got no flaws

So please don't bring your ho 'round me

I brush my teeth, then floss

These diamonds, ain't no cavities

Boy, I got all this sauce

Foreign bitches be on me

Got diamonds in my watch

I can't tell what time it is

I don't wanna talk

Baby, don't you talk to me

And my new house, I bought

Closet big, come walk in it

And three-car my garage

I just put a horse in it

I don't like her no more

It ain't no point in forcing it

And Von. He the G.O.A.T.

I be ducking all the pigs

I turn up at my shows

I swear I love all my fans

I ain't got no flaws

So please don't bring your ho 'round me

I brush my teeth, then floss

These diamonds, ain't no cavities

Boy, I got all this sauce

Foreign bitches be on me

Got diamonds in my watch

I can't tell what time it is

I ain't got no flaws

So please don't bring your ho 'round me

I brush my teeth, then floss

These diamonds, ain't no cavities

Boy, I got all this sauce

Foreign bitches be on me

Got diamonds in my watch

I can't tell what time it is

What It's Like lyrics - King Von

Von, Von

Von, Von

(DJ on the beat. So, it's a banger)

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

When you fightin' for your life (Damn)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what

Let me tell you what it's like (What?)

Fightin' forty-five to life (Damn)

In the room with a hype or a nigga you don't like (What?)

When you seen your homie

First thing that he gave you was a knife (Damn)

I'm tryna tell you that it's real (Yeah)

You don't know how it feel (Damn)

When you lose that appeal, it's like speedin' down a hill (Vroom)

And your brakes don't work, pray to God that he take that wheel (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

You don't know how it go (Plea)

You hope the witness don't show (Shit)

Court date's comin' slow

Baby mama, she a ho (Bitch)

And the opps still slidin' tryna find out who killed for (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Boy, this shit ain't no joke (Nah), and I know this for sure

'Cause the judge first offer fifty-four (Damn, damn)

Bro he think you a ho (Ho)

Tell your lawyer let's go

Suit up, nigga. It's time for war

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

When you fightin' for your life (Damn)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's

I'm finna tell you what it's like

Process go slow (Go slow)

I can't sleep it's too cold (It's too cold)

My bond no hold

First stop Stateville 'cause I'm still on parole (Damn, damn)

See I was probably somewhere in the hole

Caught a opp that killed bro

Beat his ass, boy, you know how it go (What, what?)

And I was in the cell with D. Rose when they gave him that time

On O shit hurt my soul, damn (Damn, damn)

Don't quit gotta fight 'em (Gotta fight 'em)

You young, you black, they don't like you (They don't like you)

You got a son on the way, if they take you away

He could fuck around and be just like you (Just like you)

Got his hands on the Glock and the rifle (And the rifle)

Tryna put some hot in a rival (Boom, boom)

Lookin' up, time flyin' right by you (Damn)

Time's hard gotta lean on the bible

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

When you fightin' for your life (Damn)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's like

Let me tell you what it's like (Yeah)

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

When you fightin' for your life (Damn)

Let me tell you what it's

Let me tell you what it's like (What it's like)

I'm finna tell you what it's like (What it's like)

Let me tell you what

Ay, on a serious note, though

Like, on some for real shit

These people ain't fuckin' playin' with us, nigga

Ay, when I got booked back in 2014 for that shit

And my arresting officer. He brought me downstairs to get processed in. Three other detectives. They came out

One of 'em get that, "Yeah, Nine. That's my work."

Now the other officer get that, "D. Rose. Yeah. That's my work."

The other officer get that, "Cdai. That's my work."

And what they mean by when they say that's their work

'Cause they're the one that charged and put them away

That's the one that—you know?

So they're playin' this shit like a game. Like givin' us time

Like a game. See what I'm sayin'?

This shit ain't no joke

(DJ on the beat. So, it's a banger)

Hoes Ain't Shit lyrics - King Von

Hoes ain't shit

All these hoes ain't shit

Von

Boy, I don't trust shit

Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch

Better suck my dick

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Von

Boy, I don't trust shit (Trust shit)

Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch (Don't trust that bitch)

Better suck my dick (My dick)

Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (Had to move my crib)

Name one ho real (Name one)

Stop playin', lil, boy, better check her DM (Better check)

Now you like, "Who is him?" (Huh?)

She call every nigga brother, boy, these hoes ain't shit (Hoes ain't shit)

See I met her at school (Yeah)

She was five-foot-two, little bitch too cute (She was cute)

Used to follow all the rules (Uh-huh)

She was from out of town, said her parents just moved (That's cool)

I'm like, "Bet, that's cool" (For sure)

Thinkin' she might be different 'cause this little bitch new (She was new)

But she had me fooled (What?)

Took that bitch to the block, now she fuckin' on Duke (She fuckin' on Duke)

See these hoes be fu'

She fuckin' on me and she fuckin' on you

They in love with the crew

For the money and fame, it's a shame what they do

I had a bitch, had to change how I move

She was bipolar, kept changin' her mood

Callin' her brother like what he gon' do?

And if he pop out then I'm poppin' him too

Gotta play dumb when they think you a fool

She got three niggas, she thinkin' it's cute

I went to prison, they thinkin' I'm through

Got out, start rappin', and bitch, I done blew

They call me Von, and bitch, I'm the truth

They pay attention when I'm in the booth

I don't trust bitches, I'm checkin' her room

Caught her with the opps, now she checked out by noon

Boy, I don't trust shit (Trust shit)

Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch (Don't trust that bitch)

Better suck my dick (My dick)

Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (Had to move my crib)

Name one ho real (Name one)

Stop playin', lil, boy, better check her DM (Better check)

Now you like, "Who is him?" (Huh?)

She call every nigga brother, boy, these hoes ain't shit (Hoes ain't shit)

See I met her at school (Yeah)

She was five-foot-two, little bitch too cute (She was cute)

Used to follow all the rules (Uh-huh)

She was from out of town, said her parents just moved (That's cool)

I'm like, "Bet, that's cool" (For sure)

Thinkin' she might be different 'cause this little bitch new (She was new)

But she had me fooled (What?)

Took that bitch to the block, now she fuckin' on Duke (She fuckin' on Duke)

Hell nah, I don't trust her

I'm just tryna fuck her

I ain't gon' cuff her

Boy, these hoes ain't nothin'

Hell nah, I don't trust her

See, I'm just tryna fuck her

I don't do the cuffin'

Boy, these hoes ain't nothin'

I ain't got no time for no hoes that ain't mine

I ain't lyin', I be duckin' hoes like they one time

I ain't got no time for no hoes that ain't mine

I ain't lyin', I be duckin' hoes like they one time

Boy, I don't trust shit (Trust shit)

Hoes be too slick, don't trust that bitch (Don't trust that bitch)

Better suck my dick (My dick)

Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (Had to move my crib)

Name one ho real (Name one)

Stop playin', lil, boy, better check her DM (Better check)

Now you like, "Who is him?" (Huh?)

She call every nigga brother, boy, these hoes ain't shit (Hoes ain't shit)

See I met her at school (Yeah)

She was five-foot-two, little bitch too cute (She was cute)

Used to follow all the rules (Uh-huh)

She was from out of town, said her parents just moved (That's cool)

I'm like, "Bet, that's cool" (For sure)

Thinkin' she might be different 'cause this little bitch new (She was new)

But she had me fooled (What?)

Took that bitch to the block, now she fuckin' on Duke (She fuckin' on)

War With Us lyrics - King Von

What?

What?

We started this shit, man (Huh?)

We fathered this shit, man (For real, we did)

For real

Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty

Thirty on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry

Shells get to raining, gettin' wet up, huh?

Fall and your ass won't get up, nah

Bitch, I get busy with choppers and Glizzies

I'm ridin' through the city, this Glock got no safety

Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me

I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin', you crazy

Bad bitch from another country, foreign

Slam dunk all on the pussy, scoring

Nigga, I'm on to the next, she boring

Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'?

Bands on me, money won't fold, damn

Leprechaun, where is me gold bands?

Can't catch the drip, you got no hands

I ain't got opps, I got all fans

I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin' them

You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?

Hoppin' up out of them Astro vans

Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from 'em

We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke 'em like angel dust

Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us

Glizzies on every gang member that came wit us

Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?

You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak

Boy, we would dust yo' ass off, sweepin'

You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin'

Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us (Nah)

They don't wanna war wit us, nah

Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us

Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us (Nah)

They don't wanna war wit us, nah

Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us

Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies

Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD

Nah, they don't need no aim, say what?

Hitting niggas up close range, layups

Two hands, I'm rocking the metal

I'm hot like the devil, I bury your block like a shovel

Hit your ass all in your neck, now your head on your chest

Look like Olympic gold medals (Hahaha)

Switchin' gears, swervin' through traffic, stop us

I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa

Boy, when we roll up we bustin', blocka

Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco

Hollow tips spinning like cyclones

FaceTime a nigga like iPhone

Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh

Call that bitch drop dead gorgeous, damn

I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the Tin Man

Going against me is like crawling through quicksand

Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man

Some call me grandson, some call me hitman

(Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman

(Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman

Some call me grandson (Bitch, bitch, some call me hitman)

How you gonna war with a god? A beast?

You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak

Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin'

You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin'

Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

They ain't want a war wit us, nah

Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

They ain't want a war wit us, nah

Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us

Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Free Boss-T

Free Trey Five, 3D

Free Bang Man

Free D. Rose, free Nine

Free Lil Scud

Free 22

Real to real

Fuck the fake

We out

Jet lyrics - King Von (feat. Booka600)

[Booka600:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Timmy Da HitMan)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The jet just cleared now

I don't 'posed to be here, where I'm from, they kicked me down

You can't be deceitful, shoot you right between your eyes

I done seen some shit that got some bloodstain in my eyes

Met a couple niggas in the sandbox, made some ties

Put the vests in the light, put the Rollies in the sky

We was livin' a whole lie, thought gangsters made it out

T-Roy want word of mouth, true story, this not clout

Told my killers one way out

600 never doubt 'em, in the hood like a stout

Roll a Backwood full of opps, do a hit, then we out

Quarter milli' in the bank, did my thing, get my props

And lil' bro tryna bang, told him slang, fuck the opps

Lost four-o, I tried to dodge

City on fire like a carpet

Told my niggas silence while we mobbin'

This that hold your lighter for the stars

This that catchin' redrum with my Glock

This that movin' as one get us far

On a jet with Celine, I'm barkin'

Shit ain't what it seem when you all in

Jet just cleared now

I don't 'posed to be here, where I'm from, they kicked me down

You can't be deceitful, shoot you right between your eyes

I done seen some shit that got some bloodstain in my eyes

Met a couple niggas in the sandbox, made some ties

Put the vests in the light, put the Rollies in the sky

We was livin' a whole lie, thought gangsters made it out

T-Roy want word of mouth, true story, this not clout

Told my killers one way out

[King Von:]

Bitch, I'm back down

I don't 'posed to be here, how the fuck did I get out?

You ain't see it comin', my own bitch counted me out

Had my knees on the ground, had my head to the clouds

Trust that man without no doubt

I'm in that bitch, I'm throwin' hands with the crowd

You wasn't answerin', I called the phone, I got the dial

Don't know who I'm talkin' about, bitch, that owl

Now, bitch, get down, nah, bitch, get out

Can't settle for shit, I'm steady thinkin' to myself, damn

I lost my best friend, can I have saved him if I was there? Damn

That was the worst feeling I ever felt

And I broke down to myself and I cried on them steps, yeah

[Booka600:]

The jet just cleared now

I don't 'posed to be here, where I'm from, they kicked me down

You can't be deceitful, shoot you right between your eyes

I done seen some shit that got some bloodstain in my eyes

Met a couple niggas in the sandbox, made some ties

Put the vests in the light, put the Rollies in the sky

We was livin' a whole lie, thought gangsters made it out

T-Roy want word of mouth, true story, this not clout

Told my killers one way out

Timmy Da HitMan

Mama's Boy lyrics - King Von

Young Chop on the beat

Chop

Von

Von

Bitch

See, mama, she raised her a savage

Went and took it if I didn't have it

See, I can do magic

I can get rid of my gun and still beat your ass like your daddy

We thirsty, we blitzin' like Madden

In traffic with full automatic

I'm clutchin' and speedin' while drivin'

Left hand on the wheel like I got it

Not hidin', how you could not find us?

Always muggin', so please do not mind us

It's the pills, it's fuckin' our minds up

When we flyin', we drip in designer

Don't look back, 12 stay behind us

Flashbacks of me in them lineups

No, I cannot go, I ain't no ho, put the pedal to the floor

My life a movie, we shootin'

You got a gun, but don't use it

The drugs we abuse it, I ain't abusive

Beat an opp bitch like she stupid

I'm chillin' at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch

You stressin' and goin' bald

Baby, you on that fu' shit

Pull over, I think that's him

Matter fact, gang, that's them

See the one with the fade, got a limp?

I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit

I want him, I want him, I want him

Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em

I swear that boy is a goner

Tried to run, but I got up on 'em

Tried to run, but I got up on 'em

He need a new kidney, you donate?

My shoes by Gucci, you know it

You payin' that shit if you owe it

My mama's first born, I'm the oldest

Huh? What?

Bitch, I beat the body, I'm chosen

Crazy Story 2.0 lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)

(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on

I said I'ma let that—

Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)

[King Von:]

Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee

I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be

I say for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat

She like "Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek"

I'm like "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?

"Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?"

She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit

I'm just laughing, could've been a pimp the way I move my lips

I be speeding, could've been a driver the way I push the whip

You a ho, could've been a bitch the way you throw a fit

But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick

He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist

Now it's like six, told her hit his phone

Meet her in The Wic, but he ain't go

But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store

I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do

'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew

I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new

We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how it go

But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24

Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now

He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start

That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork

He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorced, wife probably a whore

Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck

Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt

Now I sneak up, crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire

The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers

I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass

But this what happened:

I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'

I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out "What's crackin?"

I'm like, "What?", I'm like, "Nigga, who?", I was born to shoot

I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains

So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh

This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?

You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work

From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

[Lil Durk:]

I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq

I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack

You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC

Yeah free Mak, gone for a double homi', foenem got yo back

But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die

Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine

Ain't no point in trying

They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding

They be talking from the Internet, they don't be outside

Hit the six, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick

We need tape, we need rope and phones, don't forget the blicks

He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some flicks

He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch

We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot

Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car

He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse

I'm 300, clips don't come like that, three drums to his chest

Boom, boom, boom (ay, ay, ay)

[Lil Durk {King Von}:]

Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ay, ay, ay)

Bitch, we lurking 63rd (ay, ay, ay)

{Stretch gang, put in work} (ay, ay, ay)

King Von other songs:

 

Beat Dat Body lyrics - King Von (feat. Bayzoo)

Ay, King Von. What's up, gang?

You already know how we coming, member

Zoo. What you on, broski? We finna tear the streets up on Tooka soul

Shout out GetBackGang, man. Them GetBacks

You know what the fuck going on. That's us, dummy

Beat the body. Now the trenches call me "Rocky"

Shout out them members, them, my motherfucking partners

We gon' high speed. Ain't no fucking pulling over

Pull up on 55th. We catch and scan and poke 'em

O'Boy, what the fuck I'm known for?

Caught a body, beat that body, catch some more

Little savage in me. I ain't never fucking going

Mask up. They can't tell who fucking scoring

I know I beat it, when they took away my bond

The opps be tweaking when they see me. They just run

Get off the DOT. We slide the city with them drums

Lay in the cut and then we pop out, when they come

See, I'm still blasting. Ain't no passes, bullets ever-lasting

You want that smoke, then you can have it. I ain't never stingy

We keep them glizzies. Ain't no Hi-Points, 'cause they're always jamming

The opps be friendly. They're some groupies. Them little niggas fanning

"Rest in peace" to Chino Dolla. Do hits in Impalas

If we spot 'em, then we got 'em. He won't see tomorrow

Why he talking out his neck like 46 ain't a problem?

You talk to opps, we do you dirty. Ain't no feeling sorry

King Von, take Duke on a hit. He like King Kong

Draco shells. I was selling, dog. I got three phones

Street nigga. I been off the drugs. They took T home

SnitchK, I just talked to DeDe. He gon' be home, gang (Gang, gang, gang)

Bless The Booth Freestyle lyrics - King Von

And when we find him, we gon' stretch him (We gon' stretch him)

Heard he looking for his match, he done met 'em (Oh, he done met 'em)

Let's talk bodies, I got several ('Cause I got several, what?)

They stop me at the airport 'cause I keep that metal (Rrah, rrah)

Grandson (What?), this that good dope, that shit stepped on (Stepped on)

Catch this, I be throwing bullets like I'm Brett Favre (Rrah, Brett Favre)

Broke niggas still wearing Phat Farm (Huh?), I go crack hard (Yeah, yeah)

Growing up bad, I was tryna rob (Huh?), I never crack cards (Nah, nah)

But I played my cards right (My right), never stopped at no lights (Vroom, vroom)

I was tryna score for White White (What?), we was shooting shit on sight (Boom, boom)

Hesitate? Nah, I don't think twice (Nah), and I show up, no invite (Nah, nah)

He tried to run but it ain't end right, they call that the "Can'tGetRight" (Damn, damn)

Cousins lyrics - King Von (feat. Jusblow600)

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

[King Von:]

I'm like fuck it, I ain't ducking, if it's war, it's busting (It's busting)

You claim this shit but ain't outside, boy, we on your cousin (On your cousin)

Heard your OG just got married, boy, we on her husband (On her husband)

Hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen (Boom, boom)

See, I be thirsty, I be lurking, I'm a savage with it (I'm a savage)

It's levels to this drilling shit and I'm not average with it (Boy, I'm not average)

I put my eyes on a nigga, then I'm bound to get him (Bound to get him)

I catch your ass up in that ocean, then you drowning with him (Drowning with him)

[JusBlow600:]

Like fuck it, it's busting (It's busting), one of my opps my cousin (My cousin)

I tell him stay up out the way, he with them opps, I'm upping (I'm upping)

I'm upping, then dumping, that four-five get to busting (Boom, boom, boom)

Now they get police rushing, rolled him up in a Creme Russian (Roll him up)

Russian Creme, that's what you mean, bitch, I put on for my team (For my team)

Me and Von just popped a bean, ready for 'bout anything ('Thing)

Traffic in that Trackhawk (Skrrt), run and get your ass caught (Brr)

Don't know what your ass thought (Nah), this fight gon' be your last fought

Glock-22, it hold a fifty and a thirty (Fifty shots)

They just took Four-Oh, it made me thirsty, ain't no mercy (Waldo)

I don't want no Xan', pop his ass like a Perky (Brr)

Nina on his ass, bad bitch, she be twerking (Brr, bop)

[King Von:]

I'm like fuck it, I ain't ducking, if it's war, it's busting (It's busting)

You claim this shit but ain't outside, boy, we on your cousin (On your cousin)

Heard your OG just got married, boy, we on her husband (On her husband)

Hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen (Boom, boom)

See, I be thirsty, I be lurking, I'm a savage with it (I'm a savage)

It's levels to this drilling shit and I'm not average with it (Boy, I'm not average)

I put my eyes on a nigga, then I'm bound to get him (Bound to get him)

I catch your ass up in that ocean, then you drowning with him (Drowning with him, Von)

See Von been cooling, doing music, getting bands and shit (I'm getting bands)

Getting high and getting fly with my Amiri pants and shit (Amiri pants)

I think that nigga think I'm sweet 'cause I got fans and shit (Bitch, I got fans)

Body count like twenty-four, boy, who you playing with? (Boy, who you playing)

I see him tweeting on the 'Gram, but I ain't saying shit (I ain't saying shit)

I'm outside his auntie crib, that's who he staying with (That's who you staying with)

I hope TeeTee went to work 'cause I be slaying shit ('Cause I be slaying shit)

Smoking bitches and niggas, can't tell the difference (Boom, boom)

Now here he go, I catch him coming from the store, uh, uh (From the store)

He looking down, he putting his keys up in his door, uh (Up in his door)

Now he look up, but he too late, I'm at his throat (I'm at his throat)

Auntie got home and it was brains up on the floor (Boom, boom)

I'm like fuck it, I ain't ducking, if it's war, it's busting (It's busting)

You claim this shit but ain't outside, boy, we on your cousin (On your cousin)

Heard your OG just got married, boy, we on her husband (On her husband)

Hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen (Boom, boom)

See, I be thirsty, I be lurking, I'm a savage with it (I'm a savage)

It's levels to this drilling shit and I'm not average with it (Boy, I'm not average)

I put my eyes on a nigga, then I'm bound to get him (Bound to get him)

I catch your ass up in that ocean, then you drowning with him (Drowning with him)

Exposing Me lyrics - Memo600 & King Von

[Memo600 (King Von):]

Steve Chea on the beat

Steve Drive (What? What?)

Stretch Gang

Steve Drive (Huh?)

Stretch Gang

(What? What? What?)

Steve Chea on the beat

(Von)

[King Von:]

Ain't got no hoes with me (Ain't got no hoes)

I be quick to run up, let it pop, that's just the O in me

(Boom, boom)

Rest in peace to Silk from Ada Park, that was the older me

(That was the older me, huh?)

Goofy got shot right up in his top

(What?), his brother told on me

(Bitch)

Couldn't get a bond, I sat it out, they put that hold on me (Huh?)

Four-five (What?), XDs (Huh?), fifty shot (What?) glizzies (Huh?)

Peace treaty, bitch, please

You know I grew up on that violence (For real)

D.O.A., turn off them sirens (D.O.A., what?)

I be thirsty on his ass from Cicero to Stoney Island, huh? (Come here)

'Cause Von get on your ass, send you with them birds (For real)

Your preacher all in church, reading off proverbs (Ha)

And folks 'nem mad at me, I put in too much work (What?)

They saying, "Von, sit back" 'cause Get Back Gang, they got my back (What?)

But I'm still strapped, can't go like that (Huh?)

I'm still a killer before the rap (Huh?)

I swear I killed her, broke her back (Yeah)

Your homie die, I'm smoking that (What?)

I'm tired of smelling Tooka and Lil Marc, and I'm tired of Scrapp (I'm tired of that)

I'm thinking 'bout creating a new pack

Ay, DQ, who is that? (Boom, boom, boom)

[Memo600:]

Ain't no exposing me (Nah)

I be in them trenches where a nigga say he 'posed to be (Dummy)

Foenem wet a nigga ass up (Boom), he can't get close to me

Fye a nigga ass up (Boom), he gon' need surgery (Grr)

Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me

He a ho, he a bitch (Nah), he a rat, he a snitch (Nah)

I'm Six-O, I won't switch (Six-O)

I got fifty shots in this glizzy and I promise I won't miss (Steve Drive)

Before I let her alley-oop me, put this .40 to her shit

It's gon' be a murder

Smoking Scrapp and I got my strap

Long live Burger

Tough as hell on the 'net, but on they block, unheard of (Nah, nah)

Pour a four of Poppie Juice, what's that? That's that syrup

Lil Dee in the kitchen with them pots, he gon' stir up

Twelve get up on this bitch, it's that, we gon', skrrt, skrrt

Long live Headshot HEC, don't disrespect, your face on a shirt

Off that Zeko, Tooka, and that Fatz, we gon' put in work

Sneaky talking, saying this and that, just gon' get 'em murked

You don't want them shells from that MAC (MAC)

Chase a nigga down, like Ricky, shoot your back (Back)

We shoot up your kickback ('Back), then it's back to the 'Met ('Met)

I'ma die for my set (Set), D Block where it's at (Steve Drive)

Ain't no exposing me (Nah)

I be in them trenches where a nigga say he 'posed to be (Dummy)

Foenem wet a nigga ass up (Boom), he can't get close to me

Fye a nigga ass up (Boom), he gon' need surgery (Grr)

Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me

He a hoe, he a bitch (Nah), he a rat, he a snitch (Nah)

I'm Six-O, I won't switch (Six-O)

I got fifty shots in this glizzy and I promise I won't miss

Before I let her alley-oop me, put this .40 to her shit

Steve Chea on the beat

Grandson For President (Remix) lyrics - King Von

Grandson for president (Von)

Be cool or get your bitch ass trunked, ain't talking elephant

I been killing shit for too long, I'm like a veteran

Wooski got shot, now he taking medicine, but anyway (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

GDK, I be in them buildings where them killers stay (Yeah)

Vernon, that's a one-way, hop out, sparking, broad day (What? Boom)

Try to run, get caught, that bitch got hit, that ho was in the way

O'Block, we run the city, rest in peace Big A

SnitchK, AKs, great things, great aim, fuck fame (Boom)

She don't even like me, she just like my chain (Yeah)

OTF, she don't even know me, she just know my name (Yeah)

King Von, still in the WIIC, some shit'll never change (Nah)

Nigga we is not the same (Nah), I'm up in a different lane (Nah)

All these unsolved murders (Yeah, huh?), who you think they tryna blame? (Boom)

I'm busting if you clutching, give a fuck if you my cousin (Boom, boom)

Die Y for Young Money, I'm screaming out "Who want it?" (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

These hoes be busting, they busting like my banger bust (Yeah)

So I don't cuff 'em, I just fuck 'em, rearrange they guts

Lil' boy, I'm sneaky, I'm pro'ly in your granny bush

You come outside, they call offside because your ass gon' get rushed (What? What?)

Up in the trenches, we don't play that (We don't play that)

He think he safe (Huh?), but we know where he stay at (Where he stay at)

Clean the scene with Ajax (Yeah)

Latex, bleach all on my hands, he on that poster (Damn)

Ask me, "Have I seen that boy?" No, I don't know him (I don't know)

Me and Durk both champions (Huh?), happy as I ever been (Huh?)

On the stage in Philly with Jeezy (Huh), Meek and no milli (Gang)

The chef up in the kitchen, like, "What the fuck is a Philly?"

I'm like, "I'm tryna kill all the opps, don't think y'all feel me"

Don't wanna play with me (Huh?), I got ninety shots up in this car (What? Boom)

These killers stay with me (Boom), I jumped out and hawked that nigga down

That pussy pay to sleep

Basically, hottest rapper slanging heat

I could kill you on the beat or kill yo' ass up in the streets (Boom, boom, boom, kill yo' ass up in the streets)

Von, Von

Grandson for president

Be cool or get your bitch ass trunked, ain't talking elephant (Nah, nah)

I been killing shit for too long, I'm like a veteran (I'm like a veteran)

Wooski got shot, now he taking medicine, but anyway (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

GDK, I be in them buildings where them killers stay (Yeah)

Vernon, that's a one way, hop out, sparking, broad day

Try to run, get caught, that bitch got hit, that ho was in the way

O'Block, we run the city, rest in peace Big A

Hit Em Hard lyrics - Offset, Trippie Redd, Kevin Gates, Lil Durk & King Von

(from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

Skrrt, hey

I got the heat, comin' in hard

Pull out the flame, ready to spark

Turn up the beat, tear it apart

Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I can't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

Lamborghini wit' a hundred in 'em (Lamb')

Ride on 'em, in the drop, Bentley (Ride)

Get the money, on the money mission (Hey)

Had to focus, keep a tunnel vision (Woo)

No mercy, I'm not even playin' with 'em (Nah)

Knock 'em off, I had my man hit 'em (Knock 'em off)

I made me some bands with 'em (Bands)

My diamonds they like to go dance with 'em (Dance)

No talkin' 'bout joggin', we runnin' the city (Woo)

Opposition, now under submission

You movin' your tongue like you comin' against me

You hurt, in your feelings, convertible ceilin'

One push of the button, you comin' up missin'

Count it up, tuck it, take nothin' offensive

Touchin' them M's, what I loved turned against me

Let me know trust, 'bout to run it up riches

Ready to eat, never gon' starve

Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks

I'ma get mine, put it on God

Ice out the cross, now who the boss?

I got the heat, comin' in hard

Pull out the flame, ready to spark

Turn up the beat, tear it apart

Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard

You gotta have heart, you gotta go hard

Gotta be smart, play all your cards

Turn to a beast, I could've starved

I couldn't sleep, I had to eat

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I won't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

I'm in the 'Cat ('Cat), hop out and hop out the scat

Hop out and pop me some X (Yeah)

I be with killers, I land in the 'Raq

Bond out a killer, they label a threat

Strikers on strikers, they changin' the VIN (They changin')

Talk shit, just drop yo' pin (Just drop it)

You played that lame inside this club

You better not play him again (Von)

Doin' the dash, so fast, better not crash (Hell nah)

Twelve mad, pockets fat

You run a race, then this a bet (Oh yeah)

Catch up, bet I'll leave you

Tooka smoking hard, this that diesel

My lil' niggas lethal (Yeah)

I can leave a Lamb' in the regal (Skrrt, skrrt)

I'm in fast shit (Yeah), ain't get the tags did (Dang)

We'll slide in our momma car

We don't give a fuck, it get took, get our ass kicked (Skrrt)

Ayy, Durk you promotin' violence (On gang)

Yeah? They revokin' license (On gang)

Slide on bro with a brand new Lambo' truck

He don't know which striker (Vroom), vroom

Ready to eat, never gon' starve

Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks

I'ma get mine, put it on God

Ice out the cross, now who the boss?

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I won't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

I'm in the dark, diamonds they dancin', they hitting real hard

In a push start, know that my engine the back of the car

I took out the tip and I'm pushin' my limits

I'm goin' real fast, I'm goin' real far (Yeah)

I told her to fuck with the boss and the business

I stay in my bag (Yeah), I know I'm a star

I stay with them crash dummies, we don't give a fuck, we hittin 'em hard (Hard)

And I'm using my brain one hundred percent, bitch, I don't need a job

Used to play on the handlebars (Bars), now we handling firearms

Just lend me the gas, and I'll do the dash

I'll puff up and pass, get deep off the pass

I hit 'em hard

JUMP lyrics - Lil Durk, King Von & Booka600 (feat. Memo600)

Ruffians MG

And it's still a few hitters from the six (Six)

Jumpin' over bodies when them boys ain't hit the switch

Niggas deaf, who you think around the corner? It's a drill

All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal

I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys

Walk up and say "Hey", fuck who you with

We gon' pull up bangin', all my niggas gangin'

Keep a blick, smokin' on that stankin', man, that shit get dangerous

Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers angels

Like "Who is him?", you don't think the nigga safe, he lose a limb

Fifty thousand for the chain, half of that'll get you hit

Oh, shit, caught that boy dissin' Lil Boo, now he dead

All blicks, we just play that shit for keeps, that's all year

I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this bitch

I seen it often in this shit, since hella young, since a jit

He said it all, I heard that boy he rat, I heard that boy he snitch

I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six

A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics

Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him "Get a grip"

She watch her left, sayin' "Six hundred K'll get you killed"

And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I got the drill (Von)

These niggas hoes, you know I know

He think he slick, I know he told

I'm on the road, still tottin' pole (Huh?)

My gun be hot, your shit be cold (Boom, boom)

If you get caught, you better not fold

He had a case, his bond on hold (Damn)

He still locked up, it's takin' long (Uh-huh)

She wanna know when he comin' home (Damn, damn)

See, shit it'll get real, you ever been on the drill?

When no one you shot got killed? I'm just keepin' it real

Have you ever been in the car with your homie who don't got the wheel? (Damn, damn)

He can't slide, he need him a pill

He a bitch, it is what it is

That's your mans that you're tryna uplift

But when it's one time, niggas ain't gon' do shit (Nah, nah)

Them niggas ain't slidin' no more

The opps outside, man, them niggas ain't hidin' no more (What?)

Well, I guess we ain't have the guys no more

When you see a nigga killed your brother, you don't ask, just blow

When I fuck with stars, give me passes though (Damn)

And if you don't wanna shoot just pass it, bro

Fuck y'all wearing them masks for? (Huh, what?)

Niggas got guns, but they ain't gon' blow (Yeah)

Yeah, I know a rich nigga homeless

Got me a deal, ain't homeless (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a real nigga for life

But I ain't tryna risk my life (Like yeah, yeah)

I was down bad on my dick and a nigga ain't take my advice

(Yeah, yeah)

I was tryna make my night, but the Percocets ruin my life

(Yeah, yeah, gang)

Spent a whole M on my children

I was fucked up gettin' meal plans

Lambo' dark and it still tints

Money on the lawyer and I'm still rich

I fell off once and I'm still lit

Voice of the streets, it's real shit

I did a lil' time in '18, it was shit

Pounds in the mail, they ain't mail shit

I'm in school with a Kel-Tec

I love my brother for life, he lost his legs to a wheelchair

How you get blocks and you ain't kill shit?

How you run blocks? You ain't kill yet

I ain't even pop my pill yet

Most these niggas can't feel that, yeah

You know what I'm sayin', we do it for the streets

You know what I'm sayin', the trenches

Everywhere, you know what I'm sayin', Chicago

Let's get it, yeah

Lurkin lyrics - Funkmaster Flex & King Von

[King Von {Funkmaster Flex}:]

{Ha-ha, grr}

Von, Von, Von (That hard, BMC)

[King Von:]

Young nigga, twenty-six, never had a job (Huh?)

They never gave a nigga shit, so I had to rob

I was walking niggas down, they ain't have a car (Yeah)

Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain't getting far

Too sad, he was talking bad, now he in the Star (Boom)

Who is that? We don't give a fuck, he ain't one of ours

Switch the car, hit 'em high (Whoa), get caught, play it smart

Find you out, you will stop, hit the gas, living large (Uh)

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)

My dog got dumped in the middle of the road

We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)

Got some shorties outside, they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)

They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)

Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep (Huh? What?)

'Cause this how they eat

But lately, I been tryna be cool (Cool)

'Cause I know the kids, they watch what I do (Damn)

And I know the feds, they're watching me too (Huh?)

But niggas ain't stopping me, I'm sending this bitch to the moon

We shoot them boys fast, say, "Give 'em a broom" (Damn)

This one for Patoon (Boom)

If you ain't see his ass, you'll see him at noon (Uh-huh, what?)

Put him on the news (Boom, boom)

This how it go (You know how it go)

Better keep your pole (Better keep your pole)

Better not move slow (Not move slow)

Boys on a roll (Them boys on a)

Them boys tried to score (Them boys tried to score)

Boys ain't gon' go (Boys ain't gon' go)

That boy ain't no ho (That boy ain't no ho)

I'm letting you know, I'm letting you know

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)

My dog got dumped in the middle of the road

We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)

Got some shorties outside, they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)

They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)

Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep (Huh? What?)

'Cause this how they eat

Lurkin (Remix) lyrics - Funkmaster Flex & King Von (feat. Polo G)

[King Von {Funkmaster Flex}:]

{Ha-ha, grr}

Von, Von, Von (That hard, BMC)

[King Von:]

Young nigga, twenty-six, never had a job (Huh?)

They never gave a nigga shit, so I had to rob

I was walking niggas down, they ain't have a car (Yeah)

Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain't getting far (Boom)

Too sad, he was talking bad, now he in the stars (Boom)

Who is that? We don't give a fuck, he ain't one of ours

Switch the car, hit 'em high (Whoa), get caught, play it smart

Find you out, you will stop, hit the gas, living large (Uh)

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)

My dog got dumped in the middle of the road

We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)

Got some shorties outside and they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)

They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)

Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep

Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

[Polo G:]

Uh, young nigga, twenty-two, ten Ms up

2021, X7, fuck a Benz truck

Twenty-four shots in his FN tucked

Playing, at the Heaven gates is where he gon' end up

If I'm coming in your club, then I brought the Glock

Opps pull up, they won't make it out the parking lot

My little nigga keep shooting 'til his target drop

Treat his head like a cig when we spark his top

I be feeling like I'm still in the field

Pipe clutching while I'm whipping the wheel

I can't tell my little hitters to chill

I'm from the 'Raq, where the killers get killed

Like "Where he at?" Now his shit getting spilled

This is all facts, shit I'm spitting is real

Ain't no drive-bys, walking up on the drill

Charged for a homicide, praying for an appeal

Was broke, stuck in the hood, now I live in the hills

[King Von:]

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)

My dog got dumped in the middle of the road

We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)

Got some shorties outside and they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)

They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)

Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep

Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

But lately, I been tryna be cool (Cool)

'Cause I know the kids, they watch what I do (Damn)

And I know the feds, they're watching me too (Huh?)

But niggas ain't stopping me, I'm sending this bitch to the moon

We shoot them boys fast, say, "Give 'em a broom" (Damn)

This one for Patoon (Boom)

If you ain't see his ass, you'll see him at noon (Uh-huh, what?)

Put him on the news (Boom, boom)

This how it go (You know how it go)

Better keep your pole (Better keep your pole)

Better not move slow (Not move slow)

Boys on a roll (Them boys on a)

Them boys tried to score (Them boys tried to score)

Boys ain't gon' go (Boys ain't gon' go)

That boy ain't no ho (That boy ain't no ho)

I'm letting you know, I'm letting you know

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)

My dog got dumped in the middle of the road

We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)

Got some shorties outside and they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)

They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)

Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep

Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

Me And Doodie Lo lyrics - Only The Family, Doodie Lo & King Von

(AyeTM)

He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)

That boy was tweaking, bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)

I leave him stinky, this that Tooka, this that dope (That Tooka, this that dope)

We up in traffic, it's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)

Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)

And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)

Talking like you 'bout that life then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)

Pull up, hopping out, me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)

You know Von, that's my bro (That's my bro)

Six to twenty-four, you better check the score (You better check the score, bitch)

Fucked her in Kankakee and took her to the O (I took her at the O)

You get caught lacking and we'll blick you at the store

(We'll blick you at the store, boom, boom, boom)

Doing hits and ride with Dracs in the Masi' (We in that Masi')

You ever smoked a nigga stood over a body? (You ain't killed nobody)

I made a million off P's in the streets (Off p's)

Put a bag on your head and you dead in a week (Gang, boom, boom)

Ain't no discussion, when we touch him, they gon' have to rush him (Rush)

Right to the hospital, that's what he get, that's repercussion (That's what he get)

That nigga woofin', all that tough shit, get him left in public (What?)

It ain't nothing, I gave out a hunnid, boy, I bet they coming

Strong stomach, I did shit up close, I ain't never vomit (Boom, boom)

Go run deep, but if he hit that floor, he ain't gon' see it coming

Get so high, I be seeing something (Huh?)

These niggas can't see me or nothing

Your bitch on me like a flea or something (Yeah, yeah)

And these niggas know how I'm coming

I won't think twice for this (Twice)

And if a nigga touch my chain, then he gon' die for this (Take his life)

I was gon' wife the hoe but found out she a trifflin' bitch (She a trifflin' bitch)

Ain't coming in the club if we can't get our pipe it (Boom)

OTF, they know us (Yeah)

Bitch we T, we go nuts (Get it)

SRT, doing donuts (Skrr)

All the opps some broke fucks (Fucks)

Kill off lean, I pour up (Lean)

Dead opps, we roll up (Fuck 'em)

All of my niggas do too much

Doodie Lo high, he just popped him a school bus (Boom, boom, boom)

He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)

That boy was tweaking, bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)

I leave him stinky, this that Tooka, this that dope (That Tooka, this that dope)

We up in traffic, it's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)

Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)

And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)

Talking like you 'bout that life then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)

Pull up, hopping out, me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)

Money (Freestyle) lyrics - King Von

Von!

Look, I break down the wood, I stuff it with pack

I drop me a four, I pourin' up Act'

My nigga sip Mild, I fuck up some stacks

Sold me some work, made that back

Got goons on deck, 22s on deck

Move like a fool you get stretched

Scratch off in that Lexus with the Tec

How much you bet

Still fuck on my ex, too hard to leave her head game the best

What you wanna do little nigga?

Got a whole lotta whole lotta money and some shooters gon' shoot

Pull up with my tool, little niggas hop out

Chasin' niggas like duck duck goose little nigga

P90X, watch how I flex

Pull up if it's that, pop out with that Tec

Diamonds in my mouth, flawless VVS

In a 100 high speeds and 12 ain't catch me yet

Go crazy for that money

I wrap a nigga up like a mummy

I do a nigga kid like Sonny

Hit him all in his belly like Tommy

And I need another plug, I finessed my old connect

Nigga fronted me some work, he ain't heard from me yet

Diamonds be blindin', my niggas grimey

Yea we Stretch Gang baby, baby

Plug just fronted me some work, work

Pussy nigga must be crazy, crazy

I got my blick in the whip, it got a stick with the switch

I'm fed bound baby

I'm in the streets over East

Shoot his shit up, then it's back to the Southside baby

And I got a bitch named Ari, she got a nice little fat ass just like Cardi

Look look, and for them bucks I'll turn into that boy Jabari

I'm a problem, don't try to solve me, no

'Cause you can get left in this party, 45s all through your body

Stretch his ass out like Pilates

One time Free Marlo, two times Free 5

Three times Free all them

I'm in the hood givin' 20s to shorties, why?

'Cause I used to steal outta Aldi's

Now I pull up in them Audis

Can't see through the smoke, we got this bitch cloudy

Pop out at the shows, we got this bitch crowded

Pull up and you flexin' we takin' you outty, bitch

P90X, watch how I flex

Pull up if it's that, pop out with that Tec

Diamonds in my mouth, flawless VVS

In a 100 high speeds and 12 ain't catch me yet

Nobody Move lyrics - Muwop & King Von

'Wop

Von

Huh? What?

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

I'm dropping him fast, I'm shooting him first (Boom, boom, boom)

My Glizzy ain't clean, I'm leaving him dead on the scene

I'm putting niggas in the dirt (Grrah, grrah)

Give me a ten, I need a Perc' (Pop)

He a goofy, ain't put in no work (Nah, nah)

Amiri Jeans, it match the shirt (Yeah)

2K, I can get you a verse (Gang)

We sliding back to back and we ain't catch 'em, but it's okay (Slide, slide)

The opps ain't never on they block, I'm finna slide to where they stay (Huh? Where they at? What?)

We in VIP, thirty deep, bitch, get out my way (Get out my way)

I got this Glock on me, the police come, my shorty take the K (Boom, boom, boom)

He moved OT, but he not safe (Nah, nah, nah)

We heard them sirens, so he gotta wait (Boom)

See, he fucked up, now he gotta pay (Huh?)

I'm in the A, I tote a 'K (Grrah, grrah)

Locked me up, but I found a way (Yeah)

He's still alive, he got a date (Date, date)

My bodies old, I'm turning grey (Boom, boom)

Get Back Gang, do this for HK

We was in the streets, straight toting heat, ain't never squash no beef (No beef)

My bullets R.I.P., you play with me, you'll never see next week (Next week)

I never cuff no freak, I never leave my heat

I never shake up G' and I never leave my team (My team)

Early morning, wake up, I was yawning (Huh?)

'Round the crack of dawn and folksnem called me (What?)

They know that I'm coming, my drum hold a hundred (Grrah, grrah)

My car running, E-way hit a hundred (Vroom)

Pull up, got to dumping (Boom, boom, boom)

They was running, I hop back in my car, now the police coming

Don't get hurt (Don't get hurt, nigga)

Don't get murked (Don't get murked, nigga)

On a shirt (On a shirt, nigga)

Put in work (Put in work, nigga)

Problems lyrics - King Von

Aight this round 2 right here

Or you could say 2.5

But this that Get Back Gang

Ya feel me

Now who tryna fuck around

Fuck with us and get fucked around

Head shots if you ducking down

Then we shoot at the fucking ground

See folks gon' be killing shit

Wipe the target and the witnesses

We don't believe in no half done

We start sum then we finish it

If it's beef then we gotta cook it

Killing niggas a hobby to me

I got shortie, that's loyal, them boy catching bodies for me

See niggas be flodging

Like they want some problems

But that ain't no problem

My niggas they starving

Them niggas they monsters

With the glizzies they marksmans

You acting retarded

Them pistols be sparking (They do)

Ain't talking revolvers

Spot 'em I got 'em (I got 'em)

I gotta problem I solve it

I take 'em out like the garbage

See they catching bodies for me me (they is)

They catching bodies for me me (my kids)

They catching bodies for me me (my soul)

Do not get bodied for me (Bitch!)

Bitch all I know is the hard way (For real)

Any action we part take (we do)

Well protected like All State (for real)

We got choppers like Harley (we do)

Might shoot up the party

Then we chilling in hallways

Hit that nigga in the back of his head

Leave his dreads like a bald fade

Shots fired niggas panicking

Bodies dropping, niggas scrambling (get outta there)

Leave 'em stiff like a manikin

No need for an ambulance (Aah)

Free Zoo, we all gorillas (For real)

We be shooting at all the killers (we do)

And my killers we all familiar (they is)

You get killed if you not familiar

Out the way when we come through (move)

Still in the way, then we slump you

Hockey sticks and the drums too

Chopper sound like a drum too

All I know is murk niggas

We be coming like the purge nigga

Tweak in the streets then yo ass get left on the curb nigga (Fuck you thought)

See niggas be flodging

Like they want some problems

But that ain't no problem

My niggas they starving

Them niggas they monsters

With the glizzies they monsters

You acting retarded (for real)

Them pistols be sparking (get killed)

Ain't talking revolvers

Spot 'em I got 'em

I gotta problem I solve it

I take 'em out like the garbage

See they catching bodies for me, me (they is)

They catching bodies for me, me (they is)

They catching bodies for me, me (my shorties)

They catching bodies for me, me (my kids)

Do not get bodied for me, me

Do not get bodied for me, me (please, for real)

Do not get bodied for me (please)

'Cause they catching bodies for me (they is)

Do or die, do or die nigga

Who gon' ride, who gon' ride nigga

Tell the truth, don't lie nigga

Homicide at your side nigga

Reading you them lines nigga

You better lie nigga

'Cause if they trick, you gon' die, nigga

For real, for real

Shoot to kill

For real, for real

Randy Moss (Freestyle) lyrics - YBG Lo & King Von

Snoopii on the beat

[YBG Lo (King Von):]

Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship

Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Yeah)

I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit

Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit

Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom, boom)

Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Can't say shit)

I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit, Von)

Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Bitch, I'm Moss, shit)

[King Von:]

Pull up, stretch him (Boom), I bet he thought I wasn't gonna catch him

Uh, he was doin' that flexin', now I gotta teach him a lesson

No Smith and Wesson, just my Glock and FN

You know shit get hectic, my guns kick like TEC

No second guessin' (Nah), that boy there, don't check him

I chased him, now I'm sweatin'

I'm comin', hope you ready

His legs spaghetti (Ooh), it's rainin' like confetti

Them bullets hurt, they hellish, I think he caught like seven

[YBG Lo (King Von):]

Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom)

Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Won't say shit)

I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit)

Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Randy Moss shit)

Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom, boom)

Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Won't say shit)

I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit)

Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Bitch, I'm Moss, shit)

[YBG Lo:]

Yeah, I flex like smoke, woo (Flex), my niggas gorillas, zoo

Watch me act a fool (What?), okay, okay, cool (Yeah)

The opps, they brought their fanny, diamonds on me dancin'

Your bitch on my hips, but I don't do romancin'

Randy Moss shit, bitch, be cautious

All this lean get me nauseous, all this swervin' get me carsick

I ain't got no options, my wipers wipe your nose, nigga

Pull up, hop out, pop out on your bitch ass with this four, nigga

[YBG Lo (King Von):]

Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship

Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Yeah)

I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit

Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit

Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship

Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Shh)

I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (Yeah)

Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Yeah)

Rolling lyrics -King Von (feat. YNW Melly)

(Dr. Flow)

Von, Von

Huh? What?

Melly, what you on, gang?

[YNW Melly (King Von):]

We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap

She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top

Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp

This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot (Boom, boom, boom)

[YNW Melly:]

You don't want no pressure, boy

You know I'll stretch you, boy

You said that you with it, I will light you up like Skechers, boy

Have your ass running right after the bell ring

Man, these bitches wanna fuck, my 30 got a dingaling, bang

My 30 got a dingaling, bang

She say she wanna fuck a nigga, gang

I turn up in the booth like I'm Lil Wayne

She eat the dick like some filet and chicken wing

We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap

She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top

Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp

This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shots

We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap

She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top

Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp

This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot

[King Von:]

She know I buy everything (Everything)

Louis shoes, Givenchy sneaks

They know I tote everything from four-five Glocks to MACs, 16s

Blue and white say, "Clear the scene"

I did it, but it wasn't me

'Vestigation room, they tryna beat us

Boy, we ain't gon' win (Stop)

I just need a bad ho, I can't stand no mad ho

Popped so many niggas that my nickname should be Rambo

We shooting out the windows, Duke, he got a flip-phone

I nicknamed him King Kong, Melly all the Tooka gone (Damn)

[YNW Melly:]

We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap

She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top

Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp

This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot (Boom, boom, boom)

We be rolling hella tree, we be counting hella guap

She know I got lots of thots who suck the dick and gimme top

Pull up with that 40 Glock, up it at a fucking opp

This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shots

Shameless lyrics - Boss Top & King Von

[Boss Top:]

Broad day with the Drac', baow

Broad day with the SK (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Broad day with the fifty, hang out the window, get busy (Baow)

Pop out the car, stand over opps, everybody get busy (Brrt, baow)

Drippin' like sinks, I'm drippin' (Drip)

Fuckin' her on the throat, don't kiss her (Don't kiss her)

Bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T. and a wizard (And a wizard)

Ballin' hard, Dominique Wilkins

Leave a nigga stankin' like chitlings

Fuck niggas all in they feelings (In they feelings)

Money stacked tall to the ceilin' (To the ceilin')

And I got raw in the kitchen (In the kitchen)

Fuckin' hoes, then we fuckin' up the dishes (Dishes)

Bitch, we runnin' up digits (Bitch)

The state, they label me menace (Yeah)

Lost Troy, I'm standin' on business (Yeah)

Twenty-nine to your boss could kill him (Baow)

The pain, I really don't feel it (Don't feel it)

The rain, I really don't feel it (Don't feel it)

Man, you niggas don't get it (Don't get it)

Lost Cheno, that's a whole different feelin' (Different feelin')

My little cousin became a victim (Yeah)

The state tryna say Von blickin' (Baow)

But we already know that he innocent (That he innocent)

Durk got booked, he was innocent (And he innocent)

I'm steppin' on niggas' necks, Timberlands (Timberlands)

Bitch, I got rack like the Wimbledon (Racks)

Fuckin' on Brook, no Gwendolyn (No Gwendolyn)

Takin' down the plug and the middle man (Middle man)

Bitch, I'm a killer and gentleman (Gentleman)

And I'm fresh as hell like a mannequin (Mannequin)

Light this bitch up like an ambulance

They fallin' over, runnin' and scramblin' (Yeah)

You play with your life, then you gamblin' (Then you gamblin')

I move like the motherfuckin' president (Yeah)

All these goofy-ass rappers irrelevant (Irrelevant)

When I go to the club, that metal in (The metal in)

Any nigga try to play, that bitch shovelin' (That bitch shovelin')

"He ain't make it," what the doctors keep tellin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

"He ain't make it," what the doctors keep tellin' him

The shells is burnin' and tearin' him

[King Von:]

(Von)

Niggas bitches (Huh?), for my day ones niggas I risk it (Uh-huh, I risk it)

That nigga shot T. Roy, I missed it (I missed it)

I was in jail, so folks 'nem killed him (Boom, boom)

Got out and this shit was different (It was)

Zoo told me bruh was trickin' (What?)

Edogg got shot, he limpin' (Damn)

Too close, that hurt my feelings (Uh)

See, I was in the streets in the middle of the beef when most niggas of my age won't even come outside (I was)

And I was packin' heat, it was ninety degrees (Uh-huh), I was makin' niggas freeze in the summertime (What? Boom)

I'm the type of nigga gon' be late when it's time to die (Uh-huh)

The type of nigga kill your brother on your mama side (Von, boom)

I'm the first nigga in the car when it's time to ride (Uh-huh)

Got the M's, twenty-five beat a homicide, on gang (Damn, damn, damn)

But, that's just me (But, that's just me)

Won't duck no beef (Won't duck no beef)

Won't call no peace (I won't, nah)

Won't lose no sleep (Won't lose no sleep)

But, that's just me (But, that's just me)

Won't duck no beef (Won't duck no beef)

Won't call no peace (I won't, nah)

Won't lose no sleep (Won't lose no sleep)

I was up in jail when J-Money died (I was)

Hard times, I was thinkin' 'bout homicide (Damn)

No cryin', I'll be out by the summertime (On God)

Drum on my gun got me lookin' like a drummer now (Boom, boom)

Go buy a new crib in the 'burbs for mama (Yeah, yeah)

Used to fuck with my brother, I don't know if I can trust him (Yeah, nah)

Gotta wipe the gun off if you know that you touched it

Gotta wipe the gun off if you know that you touched it (Gang, gang)

Who you kill though? (Who?)

And I got some homies dead I'd kill for (Uh-uh)

How the opps got a deal, and they still broke? (How?)

I be steppin' on niggas' necks with a steel toe

My heart been broke once and it's still broke (Damn)

If I see the opps by twelve I'ma still blow (Boom, boom)

Never turn on my hood, I'm the real G.O.A.T.

Never turn on my hood, I'm the real G.O.A.T., gang