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PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ChopSquad DJ
ChopSquad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, it's three in the morning
I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this lick
I know what y'all thinkin', I'm bogus
I supposed to be home with a bitch
Nah, see, I pay the rent, yeah
And I got a kid, damn
Plus his pocket's thick
The shit I'ma take, he won't even miss
[Verse 2]
Now this shit a risk 'cause I asked about him, and he play with sticks
But it is what it is, if that **** reach, then I'm bustin' his shit
Yeah, see, he better not flinch, nah, 'cause my finger itch
But here come his whip, but he ain't alone, he came with a bitch
[Verse 3]
See, I ain't changin' no plans
It is what it is, I am what I am
And if his bitch got some sense
When I up this blick, his ho better get down
From the look, this ho Burberry down
From the look, this bitch best in Chanel
From back end, she a ten on the scale
I think I might just take her as well
[Verse 4]
Let me stop being silly, they goin' in the building, I'm goin' in with 'em
God, please let him do what I say
If he don't, he gon' be comin' to get him
See, I'm high and a little bit of tipsy
But I'm focused, I'm thirsty, it's in me
Caught him lackin', put the Glock to his kidney
He start shakin' and squirmin' and fidgetin'
[Verse 5]
Told a bitch, don't look my way
If she do, her whole face gon' be missing
And she stay with her face to the wall
So I guess that she got the picture
I want the money, it could be so simple
And your jewelry shit look official
If he play, gun blow like a whistle
Pat him down, look what I found, this pistol
Looked to the right 'cause I heard a giggle
Turned around and his bitch my sister
Ay, Kayla, why you dressed like a hooker?
And all the **** that you fuck with be pussy?
Damn, look, man, I'm sorry
I'm sorry for ruinin' y'all party
But I'm keepin' the money and jewelry
Just walk it off, you will thank me tomorrow
[Verse 6]
Man, these **** be bitches
Straight ho, flat out, he sissy
Play with King Von, he trippin'
Find out where he stay next week, he missing
A **** diss me, he won't do it again
I rob a **** and do it again
I come through your block and kill two of your friends
It's do or die, is you gon' ride?
Written by: Darrell Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
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