Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All these **** acting like they with that shit, I ain't stunting these ****
Lamb' trucks sittin' so low I had to crouch my back
Fuck around, had to sit on my pistol
How you gon' back door **** you love for a little bit of clout?
That's a shame on ****
How you gon' sit in my car, tryna play Lil' Pump
Like we ain't too dangerous ****?
Bro got trial, he lost faith, he looked up when they changed the verdict
Robbers goofy, stains pay me for a song, don't clear the verse
We don't go off names, I don't care who they is, we go off murders
This your first time buying that ZaZa, I need 4K for the sherbet
[Verse 2]
He a pussy, I know **** in his hood, that boy a ho
That pussy dookie, I be fucking his main bitch, and he don't know
We got .45 drums, every time they see me I'm on go
Tooka in my lung, I say that every time 'cause he got smoked
Fuck how you feel, for real, my best friend, he got killed
We was in that field for real, blowing **** down, boy, come here
Everything I say, I mean it, 6ix9ine he say he seen't it
They know King Von a demon, super cold that boy anemic
[Verse 3]
****, don't say it in my face
They say it's when I turn my back
Lil' ****, let's do it
Ain't gotta back door, ain't gotta snake you out
Lil' ****, you know we into it
****, you ain't good in your hood
You can't even go to your hood
Why you tryna blame your hood?
You don't wear chains in the hood
You don't even claim your hood, yeah
O'Block, OTF, 300, bitch, just check the stats
**** said that he be throwing shots, I bet he catch 'em back
I called folks 'em late, I know they up, I know they in the trap
Got his lo', man, his ass a goofy, got his shit off Snap
[Verse 4]
I been shooting guns, I got bodies from way back
I spent a lot on bonds, once I beat my case I get it back
You know they like to run, but you better not trip, boy, watch your step
And I'm just having fun, and I got that aim, shoot like I'm Steph
[Verse 5]
Bet your bitch wanna meet me, she seen me on the TV
She in love with all these VVs
Icebox made my shit look 3D
Hell no, I ain't hear your CD, I'm right here in your city
They like, "Von, you better tuck your chain"
Don't nobody wanna die, ain't nobody that silly
[Verse 6]
I been shooting guns, I got bodies from way back
I spent a lot on bonds, once I beat my case I get it back
You know they like to run, but you better not trip, boy, watch your step
And I'm just having fun, and I got that aim, shoot like I'm Steph
Written by: King Von
