Rich Gangsta lyrics - King Von (feat. Tee Grizzley)

Yeah

Yeah (I— Island with the cash like Diego)

Von (Bankroll Got It, Hitmaka)

Rich gangster (Huh? Yeah), bad bitch taker (Uh, yeah, yeah)

How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (That bitch dangerous)

Put that pussy in a cage, I can't tame it (Yeah)

Put that bitch on the camera, now she famous (Yeah, yeah, ay, ay)

Rich gangster (Whoa), bad bitch taker (Gimme your bitch)

How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (Okay, I see you)

Put that pussy in a cage, I can't tame her (This bitch too freaky)

Put that bitch on the 'Gram, now she famous (She's official, ay)

Real rich gangster (Really rich), big risk taker (Still take risks)

I'm with my bitch right now, but I'ma hit your bitch later

She ain't never been nowhere, I'll fuck for flyin' her outta state (Come on)

I got rich but ain't shit change, I'm on Rodeo with that Drac', bitch (Rah)

Take a trip to Cali to the D, fuck up the streets (We out here)

Tell a cold stripper bitch to go get dressed and come with me (Let's go)

I can't wait for a nigga to try me 'round this bitch like this shit sweet (Like this shit sweet, what?)

I come drop you with that chopper then go wash up with some bleach

Paid forty for it plain, thirty more to make this Rollie glow (Ice)

You know how it go, we fuck then act like we don't know them hoes

I ain't friendly, nigga (What?), don't say shit to me if you don't know me, bro (Come on)

I ain't Ludacris, you gon' get popped, we not gon' throw them 'bows, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)

Rich gangster (Huh? Yeah), bad bitch taker (Uh, yeah, yeah)

How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (That bitch dangerous)

Put that pussy in a cage, I can't tame it (I can't tame it, yeah)

Put that bitch on the camera, now she famous (Huh? Huh? What? Yeah, yeah, ay, ay)

Rich gangster, bad bitch taker (Gimme your bitch)

How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (Okay, I see you)

Put that pussy in a cage, I can't tame her (This bitch too freaky)

Put that bitch on the 'Gram, now she famous (Nah, nah, damn, damn, she's official)

I done made a ratchet ho famous (Uh-huh)

I done made a rapper ho famous (Uh-huh)

I done made a average ho famous (Uh-huh)

Got our guns in the club, we dangerous (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

Gang shit, every nigga that I came with it (That I came with)

Nigga missed up close, where yo' aim at? (Where yo' aim at?)

Lame-ass niggas actin' tough, get yo' chain snatched (Get your chain snatched)

Niggas ain't caught no body, why you claim that? (Why you? Damn, damn)

I done been around the block too, uh

I done beat up niggas, I shot too, I'm thug life like 'Pac too (Like 'Pac too)

Fuck these bitches and my opps too (And my opps too)

I done been rode for my dead niggas (Huh? What?), I kill niggas, I'm not you (ay, ay)

Rich gangster (Whoa, gang), bad bitch taker (Gimme your bitch)

How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (Okay, I see you)

Put that pussy in a cage, I can't tame her (This bitch too freaky)

Put that bitch on the 'Gram, now she famous (Nah, nah, damn, damn)

Rich gangster (Huh? Yeah), bad bitch taker (Uh, yeah, yeah)

How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (That bitch dangerous)

Put that pussy in a cage, I can't tame it (I can't tame it, yeah)

Put that bitch on the camera, now she famous (Huh? Huh? Yeah)

Mad lyrics - King Von

Banger

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top

These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I'm hot

These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)

These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps)

These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top (And I shot straight to the top)

These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I'm hot (And now a nigga hot)

These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)

These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps, boom)

These niggas out here broke and shit, they stealin' coats and shit

It's twenty bands up on that nigga head, that's what you 'posed to get

Bitch, you over with, you lost that, boy, your ass a goofy (Boy, your ass a goofy)

Say you saw me and you had it on you, why you didn't shoot? (Then why you didn't shoot?)

It's safe to say (Uh-huh), little nigga, I paved the way (I did)

Sixteen, I caught a case, my mama lost her Section 8 (Damn)

I was in and out, guns in the house, but you know mama straight (You know)

'Member when she found it, tried to kick me out, I was like, "Mama, wait" (Damn, damn)

Grandma say, "You better pray" (Uh-huh), I tell her, "Every day" (I did)

Then miss school and come in late (Uh-huh), some nights, she won't see my face (Damn, damn)

I was out there wildin' (Wildin'), everybody know Von a problem (They know)

I ain't had no father, but that just made me go even harder

Two dead in one day, boy, I'm a heavyweight

Cold case, he D.O.A., mask up, gotta hide your face

Uncle said I'm dumb, locked up, caught another case

And they ain't had no bond, couldn't pay this shit anyway

These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top

These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I'm hot

These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)

These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps)

These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top (And I shot straight to the top)

These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I'm hot (And now a nigga hot)

These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)

These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps, boom)

My Fault lyrics - King Von & A Boogie wit da Hoodie

[King Von:]

Banger

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Uh? What?

That's not my fault

That's not my fault

Von

I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)

You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)

She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)

She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (Gang)

I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)

You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)

She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (I bought)

She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught

See, love don't come around (It don't)

So I suggest if you love them, you better hold 'em down (Hold tight)

I met this bitch up in the WIIIC, but she from out of town (She was)

And it's fucked up how we first met, but that's my baby now (Uh-huh)

Yeah, that's my baby now (On gang)

See, I'm just mindin' mine (Uh-huh)

I'm on that block, I'm sellin' coke, ain't got no nine-to-five (Ain't got no job)

I'm posted up, my banger tucked when something caught my eye

I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin' (What's wrong?)

And that's when she replied

"That nigga beat on me (He do), just wanna cheat on me" (Yeah, he do)

"He put his feet on me (He do), I'm too raw, why he sleep on me?" (Yeah)

He playin', I'ma put some cheese on him (Huh? What?)

Oh, she want him gone

And I know he be havin' them kis on him (Oh yeah?)

Ay, what dude be on?

I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)

You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)

She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)

She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (Gang)

I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)

You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)

She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought

She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]

New Chanely flavors for you, that's what I bought

Bezel, Flavor Flav on you, that's one big-ass watch

We both been unfaithful, but she know she's my drive (Yeah)

Catch you with that nigga, I'm gon' treat him like my opp

Stackin' my bread to the ceiling, stayin' ten toes

She tired of you, and I'm tired of drivin' the Benz home

And all of my chains got big rocks, I'm a Flintstone for real (For real, for real)

She gave me the pussy then put me inside of the friend zone still

Left her on the table for you, that's what I bought

I can cut off all of my hoes and spin the block

I been gettin' paper like loose leaf, gettin' guap

I got just enough for me and you, baby

[King Von:]

I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)

You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)

She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)

She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (Gang)

I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)

You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)

She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought

She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught

Change My Life lyrics - King Von

(Banger)

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

Bitch, want me to change my life (My life)

All the shit I do, hate the way I move (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me in at night (At night)

Want me buy her shoes, pay her rent too (Huh? What?)

Ho tellin' me, "Stop gettin' high" (Nah)

Sayin' all my friends ain't right (Nah, nah)

Tellin' me what I should buy (Damn)

Dumb bitch think she my wife (Damn, damn)

Bitch, want me to change my life (My life)

All the shit I do, hate the way I move (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me in at night (At night)

Want me to buy her shoes, pay her rent too (Huh? What?)

Ho tellin' me, "Stop gettin' high" (Nah)

Sayin' all my friends ain't right (Nah, nah)

Tellin' me what I should buy (Damn)

Dumb bitch think she my wife (Damn, damn)

This bitch want a brand new Benz

Wanna go out to eat, five stars ain't cheap

Ho want me to pay for her friends

Yeah, I'm havin' that shit but that ain't me

Don't know what you think this is

Bitch steady lookin' at my wrist

I hate hoes that think they slick

Play with Von, get hit in your shit, for real

From where the streets make legends (Uh-huh)

They done pushed him off the porch, lil' nigga wasn't ready (Wasn't ready)

You better hold your own and take your way, this shit get heavy (This shit get heavy)

Damn, we done did hits out a Chevy (Grrah)

Damn, man, they done killed T.Roy killer, I'm happy (Damn, damn)

Damn, I done got caught a body with a rappy (Damn)

Got to the station, he put it at me (Damn)

Bitch, want me to change my life (My what?)

All the shit I do, hate the way I move (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me in at night (Huh?)

Want me buy her shoes, pay her rent too (Huh? What?)

Ho tellin' me, "Stop gettin' high" (Nah)

Sayin' all my friends ain't right (Nah, nah)

Tellin' me what I shouldn't buy (Damn)

Dumb bitch think she my wife (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me to change my life (My what?)

All the shit I do, hate the way I move (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me in at night (At night)

Want me to buy her shoes, pay her rent too (Huh? What?)

Ho tellin' me, "Stop gettin' high" (Nah)

Sayin' all my friends ain't right (Nah, nah)

Tellin' me what I should buy (Damn)

Dumb bitch think she my wife (Damn, damn)

But I still ain't fold (Nah), bitch nigga, I still ain't told (I still ain't told)

I get caught right now, red-handed at the crime, they ask, I still don't know (I still don't know)

Get back got risk but still, I blow, the odds against me, still I go (Boom, boom)

They pullin' up, they get the lo', nigga dissed Von and he got smoked (Damn)

Bitch, want me to change my life (My life)

All the shit I do, hate the way I move (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me in at night (At night)

Want me buy her shoes, pay her rent too (Huh? What?)

Ho tellin' me "Stop gettin' high" (Nah)

Sayin' all my friends ain't right (Nah, nah)

Tellin' me what I should buy (Damn)

Dumb bitch thinking she my wife (Damn, damn)

Bitch, want me to change my life (My life)

All the shit I do, hate the way I move (Damn, damn)

Bitch want me in at night (At night)

Want me to buy her shoes, pay her rent too (Huh? What?)

Ho tellin' me "Stop gettin' high" (Nah)

Sayin' all my friends ain't right (Nah, nah)

Tellin' me what I should buy (Damn)

Dumb bitch think she my wife (Damn, damn)

From where the streets make legends

They done pushed him off the porch, lil' nigga wasn't ready

You better hold your own and take your way, this shit get heavy

Damn, we done did hits out a Chevy

Damn, man, they done killed T.Roy killer, I'm happy

Damn, I done got caught a body with a rappy

Got to the station, he put it at me

Hard To Trust lyrics - King Von (feat. Dreezy)

[King Von:]

TooDope

8...

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Uh, Von

It's hard to trust (It's hard)

We've been through too much shit, we can't give up

Risked it all on love (I risked it)

Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck

Changed who I was (I changed), and that's just because (And that's just because)

Think I'm in love (I think), but I'm still a thug (But I'm still a thug)

It's hard to trust (It's hard)

We've been through too much shit (Huh?), we can't give up (What?)

Risked it all on love (I risked it)

Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck

Changed who I was, (I changed), and that's just because (And that's just because)

Think I'm in love (I think), but I'm still a thug (But I'm still a thug)

Baby, it is what it is (It is), I'm sorry, I did what I did (I did)

You told me I made you look bad (I what?), I'll never do it again (I won't)

Don't listen to none of your friends (Don't), 'cause they be all in my DM (For real)

Man, them hoes be setting you up (Uh-huh), they be just wishing it's them (Damn, damn)

Know it's hard to trust (I know)

But we done came this far, we can't give up (Can't)

Want a car or truck? (A truck)

Whatever it is you want, I'll make it up (Make it up)

Just know we ain't breaking up, don't know why people hatin' for (Uh-huh)

Just tryna stack this paper up, she stayed ten toes when shit got tough (Damn)

It's hard to trust (It's hard)

We've been through too much shit, we can't give up

Risked it all on love (I risked it)

Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck

Changed who I was (I changed), and that's just because (And that's just because)

Think I'm in love (I think), but I'm still a thug (But I'm still a thug)

It's hard to trust (It's hard)

We've been through too much shit (Huh?), we can't give up (What?)

Risked it all on love (I risked it)

Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck

Changed who I was, (I changed), and that's just because (And that's just because)

Think I'm in love (I think), but I'm still a thug (But I'm still a thug)

[Dreezy:]

He told me, "I like it how you get aggressive"

'Cause I know you come with that pressure (Period)

So committed, a traffic guard can't even make me look another nigga direction (Skrrt)

Knew he was a G when I met him (Yeah)

No protection, just a Smith & Wesson (Grra)

Now we in this for eternity, ain't no fraternity, that nigga know how I'm steppin' (Like a AKA)

Even though you above

Let a opp nigga try to get at me, I ain't showing no love (No love)

Treat you like my blood

Anybody want smoke with my nigga, you know what's up

Call you by yo' gov'

I be starting shit with' you 'cause soon as we fuss, we fuck

Risked it all on love

I'm in it too deep, this way worse than the drugs

[King Von:]

You remember that time? (Huh?)

We was in the bed and the police was outside

Stayed by my side (You did)

Grabbed my gun, since then knew you was gon' ride

You remember that time? (Uh-huh)

A nigga tried you in the studio and almost died (What?)

Get one, this mines (Huh?)

Ain't going nowhere little girl, this shit for life

It's hard to trust

We've been through too much shit, we can't give up

Risked it all on love

Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck

Changed who I was, and that's just because

Think I'm in love, but I'm still a thug (But I'm still a thug)

It's hard to trust

We've been through too much shit, we can't give up

Risked it all on love

Her pussy just like glue, it got me stuck

Changed who I was, and that's just because

Think I'm in love, but I'm still a thug (But I'm still a thug)

Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh

Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh

Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh

Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh

Get Back lyrics - King Von (feat. Boss Top & DqFrmDaO)

[King Von:]

Banger (Uh)

Slide, slide

Uh, uh, what?

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Couple killers, yeah, I know a few

Catch you lackin' and stand over you (Boom, boom)

I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (Yeah)

Put you on the news, ain't even finish school (Grrah, grrah)

Hittin' blocks, always in the mood (What? Yeah)

Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (Damn, boom, boom)

We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a stripe

Bitch nigga, we been into it (Boom, boom)

Fuck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (Uh)

See them niggas, just get to shootin' (Grrah, grrah)

Play it cool just to alley-oop 'em (What?)

Overkill, that's just how I do it (Huh? Boom, boom)

I'm smart, I know how they movin' (What?)

The world know how I'm groovin' (They know)

I sense some danger, I get to shootin' (Boom, boom)

He blessed if he ain't get hit (On God)

[Boss Top:]

I'm poppin' out at the night time (Yeah)

Wearin' all black, it's the right time (It's the right time)

Switch on the Glock, got chalked, leave a white line (Brrt)

Nigga play crazy and he dead on sight now (Baow, baow)

Glock 29, nigga, we ain't tryna fight now (Fight now)

Put it to his mouth, make him bite down (Bite down)

If I call, they'll shoot it up right now (Right now)

Glock 21, but it shootin' like Mike now (Baow, baow, baow)

Switch make a big nigga get down (Get down)

You ain't on shit, nigga, sit down (Sit down)

Nigga play crazy, get killed down (Baow)

Lots of real niggas when they're called that'll get down (Get down)

Folks made a statement, it's signed, it's writ' down (Damn)

Damn, my right-hand man, he a snitch now (He a snitch now)

Too many bodies, had to tell myself sit down (Sit down)

Damn, nigga gotta live for the kids now (For my kids now)

[DQFrmDaO:]

No kinship, bitch nigga get kidnapped (Uh-huh)

Tough-ass nigga get bitch slapped (What?)

Opp-ass nigga, play crazy, get shit splat (Boom)

We do this shit for the Get Back (Get Back)

If Von want him dead, then the nigga gettin' gift wrapped (What?)

Crossin' niggas out like it's tic-tac' (Uh-huh)

Niggas writin' statements, hell nah, we ain't with that (Nah)

It's the fast life, buckle up, sit back (Uh-huh)

Lil' bitch, my name DQ and I shoot tools (DQ)

Walk up, what a nigga gon' do? (Uh-huh)

Yeah, bitch, and when we slide, we don't leave clues (Uh-huh)

'Cause a nigga gon' eat or be food (Skrrt)

You knew me from school (What?)

Bitch, that don't mean we was cool (Nah)

Always packin' tools (Boom, boom)

Young wild nigga straight from that zoo (O'Block)

[King Von:]

12 hit the spot, had to change it

Police tryna put me in the station

I was on the block, sellin' crack out the basement

If a opp pull up, then we chase 'em

God forgive me, I ain't tryna sin but I just lost a friend

I done cried so many damn tears, it's time to spin the Benz

If I miss, I'll spin again (Again)

Can't catch him, catch his friend (His friend)

If not him, then catch next of kin (His kin)

We packed like Mexicans (Boom, boom, boom)

I'm knockin', bitch, so let me in (What?)

Just bought a new FN (New FN)

If I pull up with that Bernie Mac (That what?)

Ain't askin' who you with (Who you with? Von)

Couple killers, yeah, I know a few

Catch you lackin' and stand over you (Boom, boom)

I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (Yeah)

Put you on the news, ain't even finish school (Grrah, grrah)

Hittin' blocks, always in the mood (What? Yeah)

Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (Damn, boom, boom)

We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a stripe

Bitch nigga, we been into it (Boom, boom)

Fuck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (Uh)

See them niggas, just get to shootin' (Grrah, grrah)

Play it cool just to alley-oop 'em (What?)

Overkill, that's just how I do it (Huh? Boom, boom)

I'm smart, I know how they movin' (What?)

The world know how I'm groovin' (They know)

I sense some danger, I get to shootin' (Boom, boom)

He blessed if he ain't get hit

Get It Done lyrics - King Von & OMB Peezy

That you the only one

We doin' murder one

We gon' get it done

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

Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one)

Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder one)

Me and Peezy, we gon' get it done (We gon' get it done)

Jump a nigga ass, ain't no one-on-ones (Ain't no one-on-ones, nah, look)

Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one, look)

Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder one)

Ayy, me and Von, we gon' get it done (We gon' get it done)

Look, jump a nigga ass, ain't no one-on-ones (Von)

Better think fast, nigga (Fast)

I got a bag, I'm on your ass, you done made me mad, nigga (You made me mad)

And if your homie wanna ride, he can go out sad with you (Go out sad)

I'm Picasso with the blick, I paint a bad picture (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

How you gangster and your bitch ass got fags with you? (You got fags with you)

You started rappin' and got killed, now they mad at you (Now they mad at you)

I tote them drums with that bass like the band with me (Boom, boom)

And sit your bitch ass down if you ain't gon' stand with me (Sit your bitch ass down)

Boy, I got bands with me, AK's, FN's with me (FN's)

Doin' hits alone, I don't need my mans with me (Need my mans)

I put that Drac' to your face if you playin' silly (If you playin', huh?)

And it's a lot of niggas dead 'cause they was playin' with me (Grrah, grrah)

Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one)

Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder one)

Me and Peezy, we gon' get it done (We gon' get it done)

Jump a nigga ass, ain't no one-on-ones (Ain't no one-on-ones, nah, look)

Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one, look)

Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder one)

Ayy, me and Von, we gon' get it done (We gon' get it done)

Look, jump a nigga ass, ain't no one-on-ones

Ayy

Ain't no one-on-one

He just got a Glock, think he the only one (Only one)

He was on the block until he got popped with a stolen gun

He came home, but he can't leave the house, he sold his soul for nothin'

Ayy, watch out for that lil' nigga Peezy, he'll fuck over somethin' (For real)

Get it done, bust a nigga head for that cheddar (Cheddar)

Don't give a fuck if you feel me, play with that bread, then it's whatever (Whatever)

Found out he fakin', now he fold up like some paper, we gon' shred him

I'm living better, brand new Mazi, finna wrap it with a sweater

Ain't gotta tell a nigga stop with all that talkin' on the phone

Must be snitching, nigga, you can do that shit there on your own

Can't sleep, can't eat, when it's beef, I get 'em gone

Gon' beat a fuck nigga to sleep up in this bitch, better watch your tone

Bitch, it's Peezy

Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one)

Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder one)

Me and Peezy, we gon' get it done (We gon' get it done)

Jump a nigga ass, ain't no one-on-ones (Ain't no one-on-ones, nah, look)

Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one, look)

Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder one)

Ayy, me and Von, we gon' get it done (We gon' get it done)

Look, jump a nigga ass, ain't no one-on-ones

That you the only one

We doin' murder one

We gon' get it done

You the only one

We doin' murder one

We gon' get it done

You the only one

Chase The Bag lyrics - King Von

Nah

(Geraldo Liive on the track)

Von

Uh, huh, huh, what, uh, uh, uh

Von

Uh, uh, uh, uh

No time to cuff, just one and done, I gotta chase the bag (I gotta chase the bag)

If I pull up and your ass run then I'm gon' chase your ass (Then I'm gon' chase your ass)

I shoot, I don't pass (Nah), Batman Hellcat, that bitch fast (Vrrom, vroom)

I got rich and they got mad (What?)

Better get out your feelings and get in your bag, bitch

No time to cuff, just one and done, I gotta chase the bag (I gotta chase the bag)

If I pull up and your ass run then I'm gon' chase your ass (Then I'm gon' chase your ass)

I shoot, I don't pass (Nah), Batman Hellcat, that bitch fast (Vrrom, vroom)

I got rich and they got mad (What?)

Better get out your feelings and get in your bag, bitch

I cut off my last bitch (I did)

Man, that was a sad bitch

Man, your bitch need her ass kicked (She did)

She'll stay in that air, nigga (Damn, damn)

I got hoes, I'm past pimpin' (Past)

Belizean, twins sisters (Who?)

They get drunk, they start kissin' (What?)

Ask Muwop, he my witness (Damn, damn)

Turnt up in the club (Turnt up)

A nigga play crazy in this bitch, we send it up (Send it up)

We came in ten deep, so bitch, there's ten guns (Boom)

Don't forget this one (Boom, boom)

When I shoot, they run, first degree, murder one (Grrah, grrah)

Beat her back in, pull her tracks out (Ooh)

Slam her like it's Smackdown, I keep going until she tap out (Yeah)

I damn near blew my back out (Huh? Huh?)

Damn, that's fucked up what happened to (Damn)

Wish we would've had that sit down

And I see you niggas tryna switch sides

It's only one way for niggas to get down

No time to cuff, just one and done, I gotta chase the bag (I gotta chase the bag)

If I pull up and your ass run then I'm gon' chase your ass (Boy, I'm gon' chase your ass)

I shoot, I don't pass (Nah), Batman Hellcat, that bitch fast (Vrrom, vroom)

I got rich and they got mad (What?)

Better get out your feelings and get in your bag, bitch

No time to cuff, just one and done, I gotta chase the bag (I gotta chase the bag)

If I pull up and your ass run then I'm gon' chase your ass (Boy, I'm gon' chase your ass)

I shoot, I don't pass (Boom), Batman Hellcat, that bitch fast (Vrrom, vroom)

I got rich and they got mad (What?)

Better get out your feelings and get in your bag, bitch (Von)

It fuck up others, you see what I'm sayin'? It depends what type of person you is, like, if you built for this shit, a lot of people ain't built for this shit, a lot of people can't be, you know, I ain't gon' say nobody built for this shit, but a lot of people just can't get through some shit like other people, like, a lot of people don't handle situations like that, people handle themself, so you be in jail, you got niggas, that's cool, you seeing him everyday, he cool, you see what I'm sayin'? Like, me, I'm the type nigga come out, you gon' see me out there, I'm just smilin', you see what I'm sayin'? And motherfuckers be wonderin' like, "Why he smilin' and shit?" 'Cause like, what else I'ma do, I'ma cry? I ain't trippin', you see what I'm sayin'? I'ma figure it out

Go N Get Em lyrics - King Von (feat. Boss Top)

(Haha, CEO, turn that bitch up)

(Ayy, pull up, Lam)

Von

[King Von:]

We gon' go and get him (We gon' go and get him)

And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (Everybody with him)

On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)

And you ain't gon' shoot shit, so what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)

Magazines for that issue (Magazines)

Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (Mama ass a tissue)

We get to blowin' like a whistle (Get to blowin')

Clean out his pile like a pillow

Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (Grrah)

On my niggas, I'm that nigga (Yeah)

And I tote a nickel (And I tote a nickel)

I got money, ain't got feelings (Yeah)

Keep them bitches out your business (Out your business)

Flee the scene, kill the witness (Boom)

Don't let 'em get you (Boom, boom, boom)

They had money on his head so his best friend just killed him (Boom, boom, boom)

It's a shame, ain't no telling what they'll do (Nah, nah)

Niggas'll play it cool (Play it cool)

Niggas fool, had me fool (What?)

I keep fifty on me every time I move (Yeah, I do)

I kept fifty on me when I went to school, I'm a fool (Damn, damn)

We tote sticks, ain't talkin' pool (Nah)

Grew up in the zoo, where they hop out and they shoot (Grrah)

Either you eat or you food (Grrah, grrah)

I make 'em think that we cool, set him up and scoom (Boom, boom)

Line 'em up then boom, l hope Heaven got some room (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

We gon' go and get him (We gon' go and get him)

And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (Everybody with him)

On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)

And you ain't gon' shoot shit, so what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)

Magazines for that issue (Magazines)

Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (Mama ass a tissue)

We get to blowin' like a whistle (Get to blowin')

Clean out his pile like a pillow

Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (Grrah)

[Boss Top:]

I'm Boss Tee and I get busy (Busy)

When it comes to guns, I'm picky, don't like Rugers, I need a Glizzys (I like Glocks)

Glock .20 with a switch (Brr)

Hunnid hunnids on yo' head then your shit gon' be missing (Baow, baow)

Mix the Perky with the Jig' (Facts)

Fuck all my opps, they dead, put on Rolex watch on Billy (Get 'em smash)

I rock Off-White and Amiri (Drip)

All white water on my neck, you can see these bitches clear (My shit 3D)

Leave him bleedin' on his period (Wet)

Put 'em on the Internet, everybody eyes teary (Ha)

You can even ask Siri (Ask her)

Be like, "Who run the city?" She gon' tell you, "O'Block, period" (Brr)

[King Von:]

We gon' go and get him (We gon' go and get him)

And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (Everybody with him)

On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)

And you ain't gon' shoot shit, so what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)

Magazines for that issue (Magazines)

Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (Mama ass a tissue)

We get to blowin' like a whistle (Get to blowin')

Clean out his pile like a pillow

Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (Grrah, grrah)

Grandson For President lyrics - King Von

Grandson for president (Von)

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

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

Wooski got shot, now he takin' 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, sparkin', 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 bustin' if you clutchin', give a fuck if you my cousin (Boom, boom)

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

These hoes be bussin', they bussin' 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 prolly 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 slangin' 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 talkin' elephant (Nah, nah)

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

Wooski got shot, now he takin' 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, sparkin', 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

Family Dedication Outro lyrics - King Von

Yes, right now, right now, this time

'Cause ain't no telling what's gon' happen tomorrow, man

No telling what's gon' happen, you know?

Enjoy this shit, motherfucker happy, man

Motherfucker appreciate y'all, everybody that supported

Everybody that played a part

Everybody, like, 'cause everybody want food

For them people that was there, and them people that stood strong by a motherfucker, I got y'all

You know, whatever I could do for a motherfucker, all you gotta do is ask

(Raw Equity)

We ain't tryna know who gang-bang, none of that shit

Just it's all I know, just all I'm saying, is how I'm rockin', just, 'cause me

I'd be lying if I was doing some other shit, you see what I'm saying?

Oh-oh, what you on, lil' foenem? You good? They feeding you in that ho?

Nobody fucking with you on that block, I'm finna pull up

They gon' try to separate the car to find the copy, you hear me?

Know how I'm coming, sticking and moving

Slidin' and groovin', what's the word?

None of the bros, what's the price? Fifty twice

You faithful? Individuals over there

We all got situations, we all got shit we got going on

Jokes, okay, make y'all laugh, okay, baby

Yeah, I hear you, granny

Okay, I love you so much

Alright, I love you

You gotta stop saying that

Aha, I love you too

Okay?

Ah, da-da

Da-da

Welcome To O'Block (2020)

• Armed & Dangerous
• GTA
• Demon
• Mine Too
• The Code
• Why He Told
• Back Again
• Gleesh Place
• All These Niggas
• Can't Relate
• Mad At You
• Ain't See It Coming
• I Am What I Am
• Ride
• How It Go
• Wayne's Story 

Armed & Dangerous lyrics - King Von

(Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)

Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me

Huh? What?

Every day they clockin' me

(ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me

Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (Boom, boom)

And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (Nah)

'Cause I done did shit, them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef (What?)

Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies (Yeah), massacres (Yeah), casualties (Huh?)

Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (Yeah)

Shit that happened late in December, I bring that winter heat (Yeah, what, huh?)

Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween (Boom, boom)

Back to back funerals, it's them or us, it's him or me

Don't get booked 'cause ain't no bond money, we doin' this shit for free (Nah)

If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak (What?)

If I miss, ain't goin' to sleep, I'm in the streets, we play for keeps (Huh, huh, what? Boom)

2011, August 11th, R.I.P. Odee (Damn)

August 9th, two days before, I turned seventeen (Damn)

Twenty-one to forty-five, I'm like what the fuck that mean? (What?)

You fightin' an armed robbery, shorty, that's what they offerin

(Damn)

My lil' brother gettin' big, my uncle got that cough again

He been smokin' crack since I was born, that monkey stalkin' him

I used to stay up late at granny crib just to talk to him

When I was locked up, God knocked on his door and told him walk with him (Damn)

Back to this drillin' shit (Huh?)

Sosa started rappin' now the war goin' viral (Huh, huh? Yeah, yeah)

Boy, this bitch crackin' (What?, boom)

Boy, they ass lackin' (Boom)

Hit they block twice, a lot of boomin', no jammin' (Boom, huh? What, what, what?)

His mama pop out like, "Oh goddamn, what happened?"

This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage (Boom, boom, boom)

You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't havin' (Yeah, yeah, huh, boom)

Not your blood, or your cuz, you my son, I'm your daddy (Huh, huh, huh, what?)

(You my son, I'm your daddy)

Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me (Damn)

Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (Boom, boom)

And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (Nah)

'Cause I done did shit, them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef (Nah, nah)

Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies (Yeah), massacres (Yeah), casualties (Huh?)

Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)

Shit that happened late in December, I bring that winter heat (Huh? Huh? Boom)

Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom)

GTA lyrics - King Von

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

Nigga, you know I know (Know)

My life grand theft auto (Uh-huh)

All my guns on semi-auto (Grrah, grrah)

Look like I hit the lotto' (Yeah)

Up the traffic, duckin' potholes (Boom, boom)

Slow down, which way the opps go? (Which way?)

These niggas chicken, Roscoe (Grrah)

I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho' (Uh-uh)

I see fake shit through a blindfold (I see)

You the type to shoot shit with your eyes closed (Boom, boom)

AP watch, I'm in a different time zone (AP)

Lil' cous' walk around with five on him (Yeah, yeah)

You would move better if you knew what I knew (You knew)

Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do (You do)

Gotta keep a Glock every time that I move (For real)

Nigga, you know I know (You know, boom, boom)

You ain't know (Nah), I used to drill for the low (I did)

Right after school, I'm changin' my shoes (Huh?)

Ain't gotta tell me, I just go (What?, I'm gone)

I fuck with 600, so boy, I just blow (Boom)

Ain't get shot, but boy, I was close (Close)

He made a diss and now he a ghost (Huh?)

And it happened fast (What?), ready to toast (On gang)

Von dog hoes like K-9 (Yeah)

And he keep a strap, like K.I. (Uh-huh)

And he shoot shit from the three like AI (Grra-grra)

He was with the shits since yay high (On gang)

Dropped the lo', I'm on my way now (Uh-uh)

How many bodies can't hide no face tats (Uh-uh)

All the little kids know I don't play that (They know)

Nah, I don't play that (Gang)

Now you know, I know (Know)

My Glock filled with hollows (Grra)

All my cars on Forgiatos (Boom)

Who killed dude? Shit, how would I know? (How)

Keep that rocket, like I'm Otto

My pockets big, Apollo (Uh-huh)

I'm the king, Mufas-o

Who shot Wooski? How would I know? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) (Boom)

Nigga, you know I know (Know)

My life grand theft auto (Uh-huh)

All my guns on semi-auto (Grrah, grrah)

Look like I hit the lotto' (Yeah)

Up the traffic, duckin' potholes (Boom, boom)

Slow down, which way the opps go? (Which way?)

These niggas chicken, Roscoe (Grrah)

I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho' (Uh-uh)

I see fake shit through a blindfold (I see)

You the type to shoot shit with your eyes closed (Boom, boom)

AP watch, I'm in a different time zone (AP)

Lil' cous' walk around with five on him (Yeah, yeah)

You would move better if you knew what I knew (You knew)

Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do (You do)

Gotta keep a Glock every time that I move (For real)

Nigga, you know I know (You know)

Demon lyrics - King Von

(Banger)

Von, uh, damn

Von, damn, damn

If I tell you I love you, I mean it (I mean it)

Whitey got killed, I seen it

I was right there, still can't believe it (Damn)

Shit turned me to a demon (Uh)

Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)

Back to back hits like a rerun (Boom)

Me and T.Roy was schemin' (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

I'm tryna put my whole team on

If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)

Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)

I was right there, still can't believe it (Damn)

Shit turned me to a demon (Yeah)

Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)

Back to back hits like a rerun (Boom, boom)

Me and T.Roy was schemin' (Uh-huh)

I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah (On gang)

Let me tell you the truth (Look)

Most of these niggas they fu'

And they don't really fuck with you (Uh-huh)

Let me tell you the truth (What?)

Went on a drill with my homie

And that nigga ain't even shoot (Damn)

Steady actin' gangsta, that ain't even you

Set up by bitches, they ain't even cute (Huh?)

I won't tell a soul, I be keepin' mute (Nah)

'Wop be shootin' shit, he don't even hoop (Boom, boom, boom)

I was out the window, he was out the roof (Shoot)

I was on the block, you was at the Loop (Damn, huh?)

I was in the Ford, he was in the Taurus

I was in the Zoo, shootin' shit with Zoo (Boom, boom)

Talkin' about bodies, I got a few (Uh-huh)

Four plus three, three plus two (Damn)

I'm King Von, nigga, who is you? (Boom)

We gon' buy the mall when they free Duke (Yeah, Banger)

Never been stingy, you could get it too

Glock is never jammin', aim it, then I shoot (Yeah, yeah)

I be missin' granny, prolly pop a Xanny (Damn)

Give a bitch a Plan B, hug and a juice (Huh?)

Used to take it back, nah, now I'm through (Nah, nah)

Ain't shakin' hands, nigga, we ain't cool (Nah)

We done caught more bodies than a common flu

Snatch him out his crib and put him on the news (Come here)

Niggas can't walk a mile in my shoes (They can't)

Niggas can't do the shit that I do (Uh-uh)

Niggas can't shoot the guns that I shoot (Uh-uh)

Niggas ain't built like that and that's cool

Niggas wasn't killin' shit in high school

I was keepin' quiet, I was bein' cool (Nah)

I don't give a fuck, nigga, fuck Duck

Even if it rain, bitch, we comin' through (Buh, buh, buh)

If I tell you I love you, I mean it (Uh)

Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)

I was right there, still can't believe it (Can't be)

Shit turned me to a demon (Damn, damn)

Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)

Back to back hits like a rerun (Uh-huh)

Me and T.Roy was schemin' (Uh-huh)

I'm tryna put my whole team on (Yeah)

If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)

Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it, uh)

I was right there, still can't believe it (Uh-uh)

Shit turned me to a demon (Damn, damn)

Police ask me, I ain't seen nun' (Uh-uh)

Back to back hits like a rerun (Rrah, rrah)

Me and T.Roy was schemin' (Uh-huh)

I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah (Gang)

The Code lyrics - King Von (feat. Polo G)

[King Von:]

(Yo, Ayo)

(JTK)

Huh (These niggas know me for real)

What? (For real)

Von (Huh, Von)

Rob who? Take what? You tweaking (You tweaking)

I said it was war, little nigga, I mean it

I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know

Head shots up close, little nigga, I seen it

Gun got dirty, little nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)

.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Where the beam is)

If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is

Sitting little niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it

Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)

Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know (Yeah)

My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while (What?)

If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)

He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (Shit)

Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone

I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip (Huh, what?)

But my nigga, he never folded

[Polo G (King Von):]

I don't really give a fuck what the blogs said, too official to clear up a rumor

My homie laugh hard, heard a opp was dead, guess he got a killer's sense of humor

I heard that pussy been thinking 'bout death, well, that bullet gon' stick to his mind like a tumor (Uh-huh)

Catch him and change him, look how they played him (Uh-huh), he only gangster up on his computer (Boom)

He played it foul and we gave him a pass, that don't mean we won't get on yo' ass in the future

And I won't trip when my little brother clutching, know how he putting in work with that Ruger (Grra-grra)

My sneakers Louboutin, these ain't Puma's

I got a low-end ho, she a booster

Nut on her face and I call her an Uber

He saving these hoes like his first name was Super

Now it's time to ride, is you ready or what?

Caught a few homicides, now they ain't letting up (Yeah)

Thirteen hundred shots when we ride in them trucks

Get on any side and we fucking you up

I used to trap with the gangsters and clucks

Straight in the slums where they praying for luck

Like I'm Giannis, I play for them bucks

Hood on my back and I came in it clutch, bitch

[King Von:]

Rob who? Take what? You tweaking (Von)

I said it was war, little nigga, I mean it (Uh-huh)

I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know (Who)

Head shots up close, little nigga, I seen it (Damn, boom)

Gun got dirty, little nigga, I cleaned it (Yeah)

.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Uh-huh)

If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is

Sitting little niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it

Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)

Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know

My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while (He gone?)

If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)

He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (Nah)

Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone (Nah, nah)

I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip

But my nigga, he never folded

I got my first hundred thou' and I broke it down

With my team, boy, I am so GOATed

I always stuck out in the crowd when I was a child (Yeah)

I was special and my mama noticed (They knew it)

That nigga cool, but Von, he the coldest (Brrr)

I live my life like a book and I wrote it (Uh-huh)

I drop a song, then these niggas quote it (Uh-huh)

If he looking for me, I'm probably where his ho is (Yeah)

Only fuck bitches that's bad, ain't got no kids (Yeah)

I'm going crazy like I ain't got no sense (Yeah, yeah)

You in that car and that bitch ain't got no tint (Huh?)

We pulling up and we letting off four knicks (Rrrah, rrrah)

Don't need cap credit we giving out facelifts

He breathing hard, don't think he gon' make it (Boom, boom)

I chopped the block up and ain't have my face mask (Boom, boom)

So I'ma stay in, that's how my day end (Boom, boom)

Say he a heavy, we see at the weigh-in (We see)

He want a song or a verse, gotta pay then (Yeah, huh?)

Don't see me stopping, don't know where my brakes is (Nah)

Only want blues, man I'm starting to get racist

Shit be getting real in that field and them chases

Can't go back now, I got too many cases (Skrrt, skrrt, nah)

You don't look for me and see too many faces (Bitch, bitch)

Nigga, you in the way, and bitch, I'm your replacement (Bah, bah, bah, boom)

Rob who? Take what? You tweaking

I said it was war, little nigga, I mean it

I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know

Head shots up close, little nigga, I seen it

Gun got dirty, little nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)

.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Where the beam is)

If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is

Sitting little niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it

Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)

Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know (Yeah)

My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while (What?)

If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)

He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (Shit)

Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone

I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip (Huh, what?)

But my nigga, he never folded (Nah)

Why He Told lyrics - King Von

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Von

Man, I don't know why he told (Man, I don't know why)

That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (Man, don't know how)

He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coated (But he ain't nah)

He told them what he told 'em (Told 'em)

That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)

Gotta act like I don't know him (Damn, damn)

Don't call my phone, no more (Don't call my phone)

That nigga lied to me in my face, don't know what he on, no more (Don't know what he on)

I even asked him, was it true? He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (He told me, "Nah")

Bitch, what you lyin' for?

You had me cryin', bro, could've did that time, bro

Now we ain't talkin', nah (Now we ain't talkin')

And he ain't even call my phone, no more

'Cause ain't nothin' to talk about (Man, I don't want to talk)

Nigga, you dead wrong, you left me on my own

'Cause you ain't real no more (Nah, you ain't real)

This shit fucked up, niggas tellin' on they guys

I don't even wanna drill no more (I don't even wanna drill)

I don't even wanna drill no more (I don't even wanna drill)

Bitch, I would've bonded you out

You could've stayed at my house

We would've figured it out

You took the easiest route

I wonder when he gettin' out

Who he gon' hang with now?

Man, this nigga dangerous now

He might end up taking me out, damn

He might end up taking me down, damn

Won't feel safe if he around

Bronem ain't gon' like how this sound

'Cause, bitch, you came up from the ground

You get hit with the TEC if you foul

Just be quiet 'cause these niggas loud

Man, I don't know why he told (Man, I don't know why)

That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (Man, don't know how)

He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coated (But he ain't nah)

He told them what he told 'em (Told 'em)

That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)

Gotta act like I don't know him (Damn, damn)

Don't call my phone, no more (Don't call my phone)

That nigga lied to me in my face, don't know what he on, no more (Don't know what he on)

I even asked him, was it true? He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (He told me, "Nah")

Bitch, what you lyin' for?

You had me cryin', bro, could've did that time, bro

Oh, you a witness now?

The realest nigga that I knew

You done turnt Mickey Mouse

I heard they get you in that room

You put that business out

I bet they give your ass some food

Said you was gettin' out

Now sit your dumb ass down

Bitch, I would've bonded you out

You could've stayed at my house

We would've figured it out

You took the easiest route

I wonder when he gettin' out

Who he gon' hang with now?

Man, this nigga dangerous now

He might end up taking me out, damn

He might end up taking me down, damn

Won't feel safe if he around

Bronem ain't gon' like how this sound

'Cause, bitch, you came up from the ground

You get hit with the TEC if you foul

Just be quiet 'cause these niggas loud

Man, I don't know why he told (Man, I don't know why)

That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (Man, don't know how)

He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coated (But he ain't nah)

He told them what he told 'em (Told 'em)

That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)

Gotta act like I don't know him (Damn, damn)

Don't call my phone, no more (Don't call my phone)

That nigga lied to me in my face, don't know what he on, no more (Don't know what he on)

I even asked him, was it true? He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (He told me, "Nah")

Bitch, what you lyin' for?

You had me cryin', bro, could've did that time, bro

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Back Again lyrics - King Von (feat. Prince Dre & Lil Durk)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Lil Durk:]

Blast his ass

I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him

Blast his ass

Jammer get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again

Fucked her then she told me that she hate me, now she back again

And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'

Hate their ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, I ain't no rapper then

They told 'em what type of car I was in, I had to go get it wrapped again

Said when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses

Bitch, you know, we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses

[Prince Dre:]

Ayy, pop out like a ghost

They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (Uh)

If a body movin', I spin back again, clap again (Uh)

I be in the 'NOLA with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (Uh, ayy, ayy)

O'Block, them my brothers, but 300 that's my woadie'nem

Them be my fuckin' partners (Be my fuckin' woo)

I be movin' through this bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)

I'm a fuckin' shotta (Ayy)

And I'm dreaded like a Rasta (Ha)

I been runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that Charger (Skrrt)

Foenem screamin', "GetBack" (Gang)

You know I'm with that (Uh)

Long live Baby Boy (Boy), T-Roy, can't forget Hec (Hec)

Project baby, six-four shawty, got it on my back (Uh)

Chopper bullet make 'em somersault, then put 'em on his back

[King Von:]

(Boom, boom)

I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (Squash no beef, nigga)

We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (Real street nigga)

At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (Rest in pee, nigga)

Shoot up everybody that's outside

Bet Wooski feel this one (Boom-boom, boom-boom)

I bet Wooski still twitchin' (Damn, damn-damn)

He changed, somethin' different

I got clips like Mel Gibson (Yeah)

All full, with none empty (Grrah, grrah)

I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)

I done gave niggas whole head starts (What?), and still I hawked 'em down (Boom, boom)

That shit crazy (Damn)

Krump was doin' all that woofin' and he ain't even make it (Damn)

Melly got shot in the party, started Harlem shakin' (Damn, damn, damn)

If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (Boom, boom)

The difference between me and you, is you be askin', I be takin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)

[Lil Durk:]

Blast his ass

I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him

Blast his ass

Jammer get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again

Fucked her then she told me that she hate me, now she back again

And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'

Hate their ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

Gleesh Place lyrics - King Von

Wheezy outta here

Home invasions (Home invasions), robberies (Robberies)

Homicides (Homicides), first degrees (Damn)

If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin' (You better catch you somethin')

If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one (You better get you one)

I make shit shake (Shake), up in broad day (Yeah, yeah)

No face, ain't no case (No case), learned that the hard way (Damn, damn)

I'm posted in Parkway (Uh-uh), fuck what the narcs say (Fuck what they say)

Just hit a quick stain (Huh, what?), now I'm runnin' through gang ways (Run, run)

Jumped the tall gate (Jump), hit a hallway (Uh, uh)

Ran to the fifth floor (Run), now I'm at Gleesh place (Now, now)

Came in out of breath (Huh), should've seen Gleesh face (Damn, damn)

Then I showed him the stain (Look), it was like fifty K (Damn)

Finna buy a car (Yeah), Gleesh say "Get a SRT" (Vroom, vroom)

Finna buy some guns (Yeah), Gleesh say "Get a crate" (Boom, boom)

I'm finna throw some ones (What?), Gleesh say "No, you ain't" (Damn, damn)

Police kick down the door, then there go the jakes (Wheezy outta here)

Home invasions (Home invasions), robberies (Robberies)

Homicides (Homicides), first degrees (Damn)

If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin' (You better catch you somethin')

If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one

Home invasions (Home invasions), robberies (Robberies)

Homicides (Homicides), first degrees (Damn)

If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin' (You better catch you somethin')

If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one (You better get you one)

All These Niggas lyrics - King Von (feat. Lil Durk)

(Banger)

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

Yeah

All these niggas actin' like they with that shit, I ain't stuntin' these niggas (Let's get it)

Lamb' truck sittin' so low I had to crouch my back, fuck around, had to sit on my pistol

How you gon' backdoor a nigga you love for a little bit of clout?

That's a shame on niggas (Shame on niggas)

How you gon' sit in my car tryna play Lil Pump like we ain't two dangerous niggas? (Get out of here)

Bro got trial, he lost faith, he looked up when they changed the verdict (Let's get it)

Rappers goofy, stains, pay me for a song, don't clear the verse (Don't clear the verse)

We don't go off names, I don't care who they is, we go off murders (We go off murders)

This your first time buyin' that zaza, I need four K for the sherbet (Von)

He a pussy, I know niggas in his hood, that boy a ho (That boy a ho)

That pussy dookie, I be fuckin' his main bitch and he don't know (And he don't know)

We got four-five drums, every time they see me, I'm on go (Boom, boom)

Tooka in my lungs, I say that every time 'cause he got smoked (He got smoked)

Fuck how you feel, for real (Yeah), my best friend, he got killed

We was in that field, for real (Yeah), blowin' niggas down, boy, come here (Boom, boom)

Everythin' I say, I mean it (I mean it), 6ix9ine, he say he seen't it (He seen't it)

They know King Von a demon, super cold, that boy anemic (Yeah)

Nigga, don't say it in my face

They say it when I turn my back, little nigga, let's do it (Let's do it)

Ain't gotta backdoor, ain't gotta snake you out, little nigga, you know we into it (Doom, doom, doom, doom)

Nigga, you ain't good in your hood

You can't even go to your hood

Why you tryna blame your hood? (Blame your hood)

You don't wear chains in the hood (Chains in your hood)

You don't even claim your hood, yeah (Gang)

O'Block, OTF, 300, bitch, just check the stats (Let's get it)

Nigga said that he be throwin' shots, I bet he catch 'em back (Let's get it)

I called folks 'nem late, I know they up, I know they in the trap (Trap)

Got his lo', man, his ass a goofy, got his shit off Snap (Gang)

I been shootin' guns (Boom), I got bodies from way back (Boom, boom)

I spent a lot on bonds (Bonds), once I beat my case I get it back

You know they like to run (Run), but you better not trip, boy, watch your step (Run, run)

And I'm just havin' fun (Boom) and I got that aim, shoot like I'm Steph (Boom, boom)

Bet your bitch wanna meet me (She do), she see me on the TV (Uh-huh)

She in love with all these VVs (VVs), Icebox make my shit look 3D (Damn)

Hell nah, I ain't hear your CD (Nah), I'm right here in your city (Uh-huh)

They like, "Von, you better tuck your chain" (What?)

Don't nobody wanna die, ain't nobody that silly (Boom, boom)

I been shootin' guns (Boom), I got bodies from way back (Boom, boom)

I spent a lot on bonds (Bonds), once I beat my case I get it back

You know they like to run (Run), but you better not trip, boy, watch your step (Run, run)

And I'm just havin' fun (Boom) and I got that aim, shoot like I'm Steph (Boom, boom)

Can't Relate lyrics - King Von

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

(Will-A-Fool)

No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate (Huh?)

Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate

Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate

Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate

That nigga told, he ain't hold it down (Nah, nah), bet you can't relate

He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate

Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate

You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

Back then, it was crackin' and I had a MAC-10

No lacking, pistol-packing, I got this black skin (What?)

If he acting then we reacting and knocking off Brims (Boom, boom)

I got some action, I get my black mask and get my black Timbs

They asking questions, I'm acting clueless, don't know what happened

They know it's King Von, shorty the smoothest, but, he a savage

Had too much baggage, that's why my last bitch, I had to trash her

Old bitch nigga only flashy up in a casket (Ho ass)

No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate

Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate

Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate

Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate

That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate (Nah, nah)

He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate

Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate

You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

It's bussin' and I see them coming, they up to something

No running, I keep me something, I get to dumping

Now if I slump him and then I slump him and then I slump him

Now my house haunted with all these demons, that this shit come with

And when my homie shot in the stomach, it hurt my stomach

No matter how long the beef it cooking, bitch, I still want it

And all these diamonds, they dripping on me, still, I feel lonely

James Johnson, Jerome Howard, and Odee Perry (Gang, gang)

No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate

Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate

Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate

Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate

That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate

He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate

Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate

You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

Mad At You lyrics - King Von (feat. Dreezy)

[King Von:]

(Banger, banger)

Damn

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

Yeah, I'm mad at you, so mad at you

Yeah, I'm mad at you, yeah, I'm mad at you

Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm so mad at you

Yeah, I'm mad at you

Von, uh

Yeah, I'm mad at you (I'm mad)

And I know I fucked up, well damn, look how you move (You do)

You in Cali with some niggas, bitch you must be stupid (You must be stupid)

Tryna play me, you losin' (You losin')

Let a nigga play crazy, I'm shootin' (He what?)

Got a whole bunch of guns not to use 'em (Boom, boom)

Damn, I ain't even really tryna be stupid (Uh-huh)

Damn, I ain't even really tryna go through this (Uh-huh)

Damn, I ain't really tryna buy me a new bitch (A what?)

Damn, I should've peeped them signs, I'm stupid (Damn, damn)

I held you down you ruthless (Ruthless)

Don't know how you can do it (How? How?)

You text him when we into it (What?)

Just look at how you movin' (Damn, damn)

Hell nah, we was on that jail call

You was sexin', hell nah (You was sexin')

You was fuckin', hell nah (You was fuckin')

You was touchin', hell nah (Hell nah)

Hell nah, you was gettin' (Nah, nah)

Hell nah, you was in the (Hell nah)

Hell nah, he was with the (Nah, nah)

Hell nah, I be there like

I told you before (I did)

If you wanna leave then you can just go (You can just go)

You catch too many bodies (What?)

A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (Nah, nah)

I want you to see, I want you to grow

Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe

Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T.

I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (Takin' it slow)

Can't believe you lied to me (I can't)

And I'm the nigga of yo' dreams, it's gon' be hard to sleep (It's gon' be hard)

And a hoe gon' be a hoe, that shit don't bother me (That shit don't, nah)

But you all up in my crib, now bitch you tryin' me (Now you tryin')

Bitch, why you lyin' to me? (Bitch why you lyin'?)

Hell nah, we was on that jail call (What? What?)

You was sexin', hell nah (Damn)

You was fuckin', hell nah (Damn)

You was touchin', hell nah (Damn)

Hell nah, you was gettin' (Nah, nah)

Hell nah, you was in the (Damn, yeah)

Hell nah, he was with the (Hell nah)

Hell nah, I be there like

[King Von {Dreezy}:]

I told you before (I did)

If you wanna leave then you can just go (You can just go)

You catch too many bodies (What?)

A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (Nah, nah)

I want you to see, I want you to grow

Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe

Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T. {Hell nah, nigga}

I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (Takin' it slow)

[Dreezy:]

We been in this shit for two years, niggas know what's up with me (Put some respect on my name)

Say I don't show you off, I can't even brag on your name comfortably (You for everybody)

You got these weak bitches really thinkin' they can even fuck with me

But wanna shoot at it if a nigga touchin' me

Why you creepin' out late, with yo bih' and then run tellin' me that you tryna get custody (What?)

I'm like hell nah, what you care about, you wanna air it out, then nigga say it all (On God)

Fuckin' a bitch with no rubber then sit back and wonder why I had to play it raw (You fucked up)

You say you real but you ain't at all

How you break the code when you made it law?

My love don't come with a price, you could put me in ice, it won't stop me from skatin' off (I'm priceless)

And I come from the trenches, it's hard to show love but for you I was different (I was)

Been through this before

So go be with a hoe 'cause I know you was itchin'

The realest out all of yo' niggas (Still is)

And you heard me but ain't never listen (Shh)

Don't be tweakin' to get some attention, you gon' get caught with them rappers and strippers, I'm tellin' you

[King Von:]

Hell nah, we was on that jail call

You was sexin', hell nah (What? Uh?)

You was fuckin', hell nah (Damn)

You was touchin', hell nah (Damn, nah, nah)

Hell nah, you was gettin' (Damn, nah, nah)

Hell nah, you was in the (Damn)

Hell nah, he was with the (Damn, nah, nah)

Hell nah, I be there like

I told you before (I did)

If you wanna leave then you can just go (You can just go)

You catch too many bodies (What?)

A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (Nah, nah)

I want you to see, I want you to grow

Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe

Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a GOAT

I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (Takin' it slow)

Hell nah, we was on that jail call

You was sexin', hell nah

You was fuckin', hell nah

You was touchin', hell nah

Hell nah, you was gettin', hell nah

Hell nah, you was in the

Hell nah, he was with the, hell nah

Ain't See It Coming lyrics - King Von (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[King Von:]

(Banger, banger)

Von, uh

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

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)

Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)

Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)

All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)

Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)

Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)

All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)

Who would've thought I'd be fightin' a body and beat it come home, start rappin' and make it? (Who?)

Who would've thought I'd be droppin' it off by the loads, when I was just trappin' in basements? (Who?)

Never thought I'd be city to city (Nah)

I'm livin' like a celebrity (I am)

I was countin' them balled up dollars (What?)

Now they see me, they pay me in equity (On gang)

I was on with a couple of hunnid (Uh-huh)

Was the man with a couple of thousand (Yeah)

Now I'm playin' with nothin' but hunnids (Uh-huh)

Pair of pants is a couple of thousand (Yeah)

Lot of bitches tryna feel me (They is)

Couple niggas wanna kill me (Who?)

Paparazzi tryna film me

Label still tryna deal me (Them M's)

[King Von {Moneybagg Yo}:]

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)

Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)

Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)

All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)

Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on, no, ah)

Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am, yeah)

All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' {I'm cold}

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh huh, yeah)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah) {uh, uh, uh, go}

[Moneybagg Yo:]

I woke up thumbin' through money (Blue hunnids)

Laid up next to a bitch with an onion (Oh whoa)

Ran that money up 'til I got bunions (Yeah)

Swear to God, I didn't see none of this comin' (Been cryin')

I just left the shower on some chill shit

They pull up like mechanics and drill shit (Brr)

Double R, the big body, I'm real rich (Real)

When they thought it was over, I'm still lit (Lit)

From the South took a flight to the coast (Coast)

We pour lean on the jet and then toast (Pour up)

I won't ever put nothin' past a ho (Can't go)

Talk too much, stick a dick in her throat (Uh, uh)

Did it way before I got hot, never made it through school, all I knew was the block (All I care about)

Used to look down on me then, tell them pussies look up, now I'm sittin' on the top (Big Bagg)

[King Von:]

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)

Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)

Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)

All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr, brr)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah, nah)

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (Uh-huh)

Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (Uh-huh)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)

Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I am)

All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (Brr)

Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

But I still ain't see none of this comin' (Nah, nah)

I Am What I Am lyrics - King Von (feat. Fivio Foreign)

[Fivio Foreign {King Von}:]

Bow {What? What?}

(Fivi, let's do it)

Von (Heavy on it)

What? Von (Chopsquad), Fivi

Let's go

[King Von {Fivio Foreign}:]

I am what I am, what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Nah)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow}

Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow}

And if I should die {ay}, I'm boostin' the murder rate {I am}

My niggas gon' slide every day {We are}

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I am what I am {I am}, what I'm not, see, I'd never be {Nah}

Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow}

Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow, bow}

And if I should die {Bow}, I'm boostin' the murder rate {I am}

My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait {Grrt}

[Fivio Foreign:]

Ay, look, you know how we rock (You know how we rock)

I can't wait until we find out the block (I can't)

Forever Pop, we ain't never gettin' cool with the opps (Never)

I get the money, I do it a lot (I get the money, I do it a lot), bow

I got it on me, he gettin' shot (Bow)

We give a fuck about the cops (Bow)

I yell, "Woo," you know what to do (Grrt)

I throw the set when I come in the room (I do)

I heard they offer a hundred mill' (What?)

Tell them boys I need a hundred and two

Boom (ay, ay), boom (Boom)

Send me the addy, I'm comin' to you (Grrt, bow, bow)

Huh, send me the addy, I'm comin' to you

I just touched down (I just touched down)

Von like "Welcome to the 'Raq" (ay)

I need a gun, where it's at? (ay)

It's GDK on my back (ay, ay, ay)

Uh (Bow), and I ain't talkin' 'bout a tat (Nah)

Henny (Henny), 'gnac ('Gnac)

I'm off the liquor, don't know how to act (Bow), Fivi

[King Von {Fivio Foreign}:]

I am what I am (Chopsquad), what I'm not, see, I'd never be

Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow}

Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow}

And if I should die (ay), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)

My niggas gon' slide every day (We are)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Uh-uh)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet (Huh?)

Catch him lackin', put him on TV {Bow, bow, bow}

And if I should die (Uh-huh), I'm boostin' the murder rate (Yeah, yeah)

My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait {Grrt, bow}, boom, boom

[King Von:]

Niggas been woofin' a lot like I ain't on the block

Boy, this shit'll get ugly (Niggas just woofin')

These niggas been talking to thots, act like I ain't hot

Bitch, I'm givin' third degree (These niggas pussy)

I was thirteen doin' burglaries (I was)

That nigga big brother used to serve for me (Workin')

I be fuckin' hoes that was curvin' me (They was curvin' me)

Last nigga play with King Von need surgery (He need surgery)

(Boom) Grandson (Von), I hit a bitch with my mask on (Uh-huh)

Then rob her crib, I'll be dead wrong (Boom)

My uncle in the cell makin' calls on the cell phone (Hello, yo, yo)

3D (Yeah), Icebox shine my VVs (Bling, blaow)

My shit glow like Chief Keef (Bang, bang)

Switch on the Glock got my bullets on repeat (Blaow, blaow, blaow)

Niggas act tough, niggas don't wanna see me (Uh-uh)

When they see me niggas blind like Stevie (They be blind)

Ain't finished school, I ain't learned about a peace treaty (I didn't)

He try to peace treaty, end up like T Streetz (Boom, boom, damn)

Duckin' one time, I do a hit and I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)

Niggas be woofin' for clout (Clout, what? Huh)

If he step up to bat, then nigga, I'm strikin' him out (Boom, boom)

I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Uh-huh)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet (What? Huh?)

Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow)

And if I should die (What?), I'm boostin' the murder rate (Yeah, yeah)

My niggas gon' slide every day (Yeah, yeah)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Uh-huh)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet (What?)

Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow, bow)

And if I should die (Uh-huh), I'm boostin' the murder rate (Yeah, yeah)

My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (Grrt), boom, boom

[King Von (Fivio Foreign):]

I am what I am, what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Bow)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet (Bow)

Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow)

And if I should die (ay), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)

My niggas gon' slide every day (We are)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (Grrt, bow)

Ride lyrics - King Von

Damn

I'd risk it all for you

And when a nigga get jammed, I'ma call for you

Yeah, yeah

Imma have to call your shit

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

Von

You know how it go (Go)

When we in the streets (Streets)

I'm with my partners got my chopper like I'm NLE (NLE)

I'm out on bond, gang member with three felonies (Three felonies)

Might go to jail, if I need you, would you be there for me? (Be there for me)

The police thirsty too (Damn)

They just surround the block (The block)

Louie saw 'em comin' (Damn)

He told BJ, and Top (Ayy, watch out)

It was too late, I'm got (On God)

They snatch my chain, my watch (Chain, my watch)

They threw me in the car (The car)

Now can you hold me down?

A nigga always in the street, I'm playin' foul (Playin' foul)

I be up on trial (Up on trial)

Locked up for a while (For a while)

I don't know if I'ma make it, I don't know if I'ma drown

I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride

Would you ride? Would you ride?

Would you ride for me?

Would you ride? Now would you ride?

Could you ride for real?

You gon' ride, you gon' ride, pick a side

Don't you lie, come on ride, don't you lie to me

Come on ride

I got court tomorrow (Damn)

She say she gon' come (She gon' come)

I'm on trial, what I'm facin' a nigga murder one (Murder one)

She held it down, lately yeah, when I was on the run (On the run)

Held my gun (DJ on the-) What?

Who I love? Girl you the only one (You the only one)

I'ma make you smile (Make you smile)

Throw you some paper (Throw you some paper)

Girl, just be patient when they done deliberatin' (Yeah)

I'ma show you, you the greatest, all them other hoes be hatin' now

I'm rich and they can't take it, I'm just happy that we made it (Von)

Fuck it, I'd risk it all for you (I'd risk it all for you)

When a nigga get jammed, I'ma call for you (I'ma call for you)

All these hoes lovin' with who I am, I won't fall for it (No, I won't fall for it)

For a bitch like you, I'd give it all to her (I'd give all to her)

'Cause a nigga always in the street, I'm playin' foul (Playin' foul)

I be up on trial (Up on trial)

Locked up for a while (For a while)

I don't know if I'ma make it, I don't know if I'ma drown

I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride

Would you ride? Would you ride?

Would you ride for me?

Would you ride? Now would you ride?

Could you ride for real?

You gon' ride, you gon' ride, pick a side

Don't you lie, come on ride, don't you lie to me

Come on ride (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

How It Go lyrics - King Von

So, it's cold

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

When you fightin' them cases, court dates comin' slow (Uh-huh)

Them 9-1's no joke, you just gotta have hope (Have hope)

And don't say shit, give a fuck what they say they know

Give a fuck what they find (Damn), give a damn who they get

I bet the shit won't stick, my last rappy was a bitch

They gave him twenty-eight years 'cause the nigga wouldn't close his lips (Damn, damn, damn)

Just be cool, be patient, 'cause the opps still hatin'

Be the same niggas wrote them statements

Man, them niggas couldn't take you (Nah)

They was too scared to face, you was goin' through that bitch like Jason

Boy, you gotta be a fool (Huh?), how you think that shit cool?

You givin' names, you ain't playin' by the rules (What?)

Leave his ass in a pool (Damn), of his own damn blood

It's the type of shit that gon' make the news (Boom, boom)

See, now you just chillin', you just waitin' on trial

Gang'nem out there goin' wild, you know you got a child (Uh-huh)

And his mama ain't shit, but I know you learnt that by now

Heard she fuckin' with the opps (Damn)

And she was just on they block with the same nigga you was tryna pop (What?)

Man, this shit gotta stop (Damn)

Now you locked in a room, you just plottin' while you doin' push-ups

You better check on your bro, 'cause the nigga on the news came in, said he heard he got smoked (What?)

Better check on your ho, 'cause the same lil' nigga said, "She out there right now gettin' poked" (Damn)

That just ruined your day (Damn)

Now you tryna start a fight, sayin' niggas better stay out your way

Nigga, fix your face (What?), don't nobody give a fuck

Everybody goin' through the same thing

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)

Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)

You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)

Better have your pole in here (Your pole)

Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)

Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)

Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)

A couple years (Been gone)

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)

Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)

You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)

Better have your pole in here (Your pole)

Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)

Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)

Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)

A couple years (Been gone)

I been gone, tryna come back home

They doin' me wrong, this shit take long

Answer your phone

Man, let me tell you how it is (Huh?)

See, you just got out, now a nigga tryna see his kids (Uh-huh)

But look, this the deal (What?), you don't got the bitch number

You don't know where she lives (Damn, damn, damn)

So you call up her mama (Uh), it ring three times

"Hey Ms. Jones, how you been?" (Hey Ms. Jones)

First thing she say (What?), is, "Oh, this Von, and damn, you back out again?" (Bitch)

But you ain't even trippin' (Nah), she finna die anyway

Old bitch knockin' on like sixty

And you ain't even got a penny (Nah), you could get rich or die tryin', favorite rapper must be 50 (Yeah, yeah)

Boy, you need you a Glizzy (Damn)

'Cause you still in the city and shorty and them still gettin' busy (What?)

See, I keep mine with me (Huh?)

And it's hard gettin' a gun from a nigga, it's like tryna get a kidney (Boom)

So what you gon' do? (Huh?) You gon' rob or gon' shoot? (Boom)

You gon' trap or gon' crack? (Boom) You gon' win or gon' lose? (Win or gon' lose?)

You gon' work, go to church, sell some merch

On the first, boy, I know that shit hurt (Know that shit hurt)

Better rap, better stack, better get them blue hunnids, put 'em in the matt' (In the matt')

The D.A. on your ass, you fuck up one time, then your ass goin' back

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)

Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)

You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)

Better have your pole in here (Your pole)

Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)

Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)

Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)

A couple years (Been gone)

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (How it go)

Boy, it's kinda cold in here (Boy, it's kinda cold)

You ain't got nobody, make a stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)

Better have your pole in here (Your pole)

Got niggas gettin' old in here (Gettin' old)

Might lose your soul in here (Your soul)

Been gone for a couple years, damn (Been gone)

A couple years (Been gone)

I been gone, tryna come back home

They doin' me wrong, this shit take long

Answer your phone