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VonOff1700 - More Than A Ton (ft. Screwly G) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
VonOff1700
VonOff1700
Vocals
Screwly G
Screwly G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Ivy
Daniel Ivy
Songwriter
Christian McDonald
Christian McDonald
Songwriter
Davon D Meeks
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
Da'Shaun Maurice Bradley
Da'Shaun Maurice Bradley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ozonthetrack
Ozonthetrack
Producer
Fox
Fox
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Big Oz on the keyboard and shit)
Come on, yeah (Yo, Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, ****
I'm still on the Ave where it's all good, ****
Tell the opps post they side, we gon' pull up and kill all they ass (Alright)
For real
[Verse 1]
I tell 'em, **** not fuckin' with us
He catch a shot from this Glock, he ain't gettin' back up (Yeah)
Drop your dot right now, we finna pull up since your dumb ass think you tough
Stop tryna talk money to me, I'm up like three hundred plus, you don't got enough
Every time that I come through spinnin', I hit somethin' up, so **** can't say it's luck
When I catch that ****, I'm killin' whoever he with, I promise I don't give a fuck
Bounce out, I'm hittin' him up, he couldn't even up his gun 'cause his shit got stuck
We pulled up with Dracs and switches, he knew it was over, the **** ain't even try to duck
I ride with my shit in my hand, that **** a goofy, he ride with his shit in the trunk
You better not be shakin' your ass tryna get you some gas, that's how you get left at the pump (Dumbass)
Screwly said, "Von, go get him," he know how I'm comin', he know I'ma chase him and dump
[Verse 2]
You know we fiend for murder, fuck **** fall, then you know his dumb ass fucked (Grrah)
Soon as we bounced out on him, he knew it was over, we hit his dumb ass up
Soon as he heard that switch, his bitch ass flinched, still got his dumb ass struck (Grrah)
Soon as his got shot, he dropped his pipe, dumbass couldn't even up (Dumbass)
**** had dissed my dog, same night got shot, **** couldn't run or duck
Soon as we spinned that block, I dropped my mask, they ain't even know it was us
**** tryna beef with us, ain't got no hats, that got his dumb ass touched (Okay)
Soon as we get the drop, we don't never wanna wait, we just jump in the strike and rush
[Verse 3]
Okay, last **** dissed on the gang got turned to a Game, we turned his ass to a blunt (Dumbass, his dumb ass)
Tell them **** come outside, I'm tired of slidin', been spinnin' they shit for a month (Come outside)
Chase his ass down, hit his ass all in his head, then kick his shit like a punt (Come here, come here)
We caught his goin' on break, he ain't get to eat, caught his ass tryna get lunch (His dumb ass)
Run up on me, your dumb ass gon' get shot, I'm too rich to be throwin' a punch (For real)
Baby, this an SRT, lil' Three doggin' the Jeep, make this bitch do stunts (Come on)
[Verse 4]
Lil' C doggin' the Jeep all down they street, we on they shit doin' stunts
Can't catch a **** at the store or get us a lo', fuck it, we just gon' hunt (We hunt)
Soon as we spin that block, we catch us a face, we turn his ass to Runtz (To weed)
Caught a **** comin' out the store tryna eat some chips, dumbass died tryna munch (His dumb ass)
We out spinnin', it's like 12 p.m., we caught a **** at brunch (His dumb ass)
Two opps dead, they was a DOA, they ain't even get to blow they gun (Shit)
I love when the opps shoot back, let's bang out, that make this shit more fun (Okay, come on)
Von tryna bounce out the car while 12 on the block, man, his ass so dumb (My dumb ass)
[Verse 5]
Pulled up two cars deep, box him right in, he ain't even get the chance to run (Okay, his dumb ass)
Brand new glizzy, switch on the back of this bitch, I need to go find me a drum
Before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself, ****, I'll cut off my tongue
Hit his ass all in his chest, he would've been dead, but my dumb ass missed his lung
[Verse 6]
.45 hit his chest, but he ain't die, bro dumb ass missed his lungs (My dumb ass)
Bounce out blowin', jerk this bitch real loud, **** thought he heard a bomb (Okay)
Opps ain't gettin' no money and sharin' clothes (They broke ass), broke-ass **** some bums (For real)
They wanna know 'bout the opps we shot, can't count on hands, it's more than a ton (You can't)
[Outro]
For real, ****
It's more than a ton, I'll get the name of these ****
These **** so fuckin' dead, this shit don't make no sense, on my dead homie
Free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, ****
Tell the opps post they side, we gon' pull up and kill all they ass, ****, for real
Written by: Christian McDonald, Da'Shaun Maurice Bradley, Daniel Ivy, Davon D Meeks
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