King Von - WHAT IT MEANS TO BE KING Lyrics (2024)

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

I grew up with all my nigg*s (all my nigg*s)
In them buildings
Low income, roaches on ceilings (roaches on ceilings)
Man, y'all don't get it
If I had a dollar and we was at the store (we was at the store)
Folks get fifty
We was so close when we was dead broke
Now I got a million, nigg*, I'ma split it
They say, "Von, why you trippin'?"
nigg*, watch out, mind your business
I done lost nigg*s, all I got is pictures
I don't give no f*ck, I don't got no feelings
I was seventeen locked up in the cell, got word they just killed O
I was confused, O was the G.O.A.T.
How they killed him and he stay with his pole?
Now I'm just doin' my time
Can't get bro out my mind, I'm goin' crazy
I called Sheroid one time
'Cause I saw the news and somebody ain't make it
Can't be us, they mistaken
I asked folks, his voice shakin'
He switched the subject, tried to change it
But I'm not slow and you can't game me
I'm like, "Who?"
He like, "nigg*, what?"
I'm like, "Who got shot?"
He like, "F*ck"
I'm like, "nigg*, what?"
He say, "That's our boy J.R"
My heart stopped and I'm confused 'cause J.R, he a leader
How the f*ck you gon' die on us, nigg*?
O just died, we need you
Now I'm overtired
On the deck with nigg*s I don't even know
And nigg*, I over cried, I can't lie
I'm a gangster but that sh*t hurt
J Money was in there with me too
We was sick but we ain't had the flu
We was jammed up, ain't sh*t we could do
Then he beat his case, J Money actin' a fool
Now I'm in boot camp by now
I'm comin' home at the right time
Sosa goin' crazy, got the city on lock now
O'Block, bitch, we hot now
I get out on house arrest, first nigg* I call was Duke
He say, "sh*t, what you on?"
I say, "sh*t, bitch, what's new?"
He say, "sh*t, nigg*, it's you"

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

nigg*, I'll be damned (who?)
If a nigg* think he finna take me out
This sh*t ain't sweet (boom, boom)
nigg*, I ain't goin outback, I'm blowin'
I'll be at his crib every day of the week (sh*t)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (huh? huh?)
War outside, nigg*s couldn't even eat (damn, damn, damn, damn)
I was sixteen with a Carbon-15 (yeah)
Motherf*ckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?)
Shootin' sh*t sunup to sundown (uh)
He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (uh-huh)
All these bitch-ass nigg*s tellin'
Really startin' to take the fun out (get too wild)
I'm the type of nigg* go to church with my gun out (in a shootout)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (in the shootout)
God text me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

Police they catch me, I'm too silent (damn)
My name speak volume, I'm too violent (huh?)
nigg*s actin' tough, run it up (woah, huh?)
Then I'ma lay him down like two pallets (boom, boom)
Dress a nigg* up like a new stylist (uh-huh)
Out for a year, nigg*, when the trial is? (uh-huh)
Would've bought that bitch a car, but she had some mileage (uh-huh)
If he say what he saw, we gone cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom)

nigg*, I'll be damned (damn)
If a nigg* think he finna take me out
This sh*t ain't sweet (nah, nah)
nigg*, I ain't goin' outback, I'm blowin'
I'll be at the crib every day of the week (boom, boom)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep
War outside, nigg*s couldn't even eat (sh*t)
I was sixteen with a Carbon-15 (huh, huh)
Motherf*ckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me
Shootin' sh*t sunup to sundown (uh)
He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (uh-huh)
All these bitch-ass nigg*s tellin'
Really startin' to take the fun out (uh-huh)
I'm the type of nigg* go to church with my gun out (with my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (in the shootout)
God text me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

Oh, you about it? (uh-huh)
Rob you, ain't sh*t you gone do about it (uh-huh)
My lil' bitch want a new body (what?)
My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (grrah, grrah)
I'm goin' Scotty like 2 Hotty (yeah)
You gettin' shot up if you too co*cky (what?)
We slide with sticks like we play hockey
And you not a killer if you only got two bodies (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Damn
Run out, hustle sunup to sundown (uh-huh)
We got some money, it's fun now (it's fun)
Last nigg* dissed Kin' Von got gunned down (grrah, grrah)
Damn, what now? (what?)
It was funny but now it's not fun now (it's not fun now)
I was bummy, now look who the bum now
A nigg* try Von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom)

nigg*, I'll be damned (damn)
If a nigg* think he finna take me out
This sh*t ain't sweet (nah, nah)
nigg*, I ain't goin' outback, I'm blowin'
I'll be at the crib every day of the week
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep
War outside, nigg*s couldn't even eat (sh*t)
I was sixteen with a Carbon-15
Mother-f*ckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me
Shootin' sh*t sun up to sun down (yeah)
He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now
All these bitch-ass nigg*s tellin'
Really startin' to take the fun out (uh-huh)
I'm the type of nigg* go to church with my gun out (with my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (in the shootout)
God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

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Yeah
We high speedin' all lights
(Hitmaka)
Bitch-ass nigg*
Ho ass
Ain't no stop
Bitch-ass (Mono)
Von

Pull up on these nigg*s actin' tough out here (actin' tough)
He a bitch, have him bleedin' for a month out here (for a month)
nigg*s heated 'cause they bitches actin' up out here? (They actin', what?)
Boy, you tweakin' if you thinkin' we give a f*ck out here (huh? What? What? What? What? Huh?)
Thirty-round extendos hang like ropes, hang time (grrah, boom, boom, boom)
nigg* try to play me close (huh? what?)
End up on Dateline (boom, boom)
Hunnid shooters with a hunnid drums (yeah, yeah)
I got the bass line (grrah, grrah)
That FN ring in your face (damn)
That's a FaceTime (boom, boom)

My gun automatic (yeah)
Shootin' been a habit (uh-huh)
nigg*s claimin' that they savage (who?)
F*ck it, let him have it (grrah, grrah)
He was lackin', all in traffic (yeah)
F*ck it, I'ma clap him (boom, boom)
They asked me, don't know what happened (uh-uh)
I don't know what happened (nah)
All these Drac's up on my mind (uh-huh)
Shoot 'em all the time (grrah, grrah)
If I get caught I do the time (I do)
I am not 6ix9ine (nah, nah)
He got killed at twenty-five (damn)
Diss me, that's suicide (huh? what?)
He tried Von and he ain't die? (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
nigg*, you a lie

Pull up on these nigg*s actin' tough out here (boom, boom, huh? what?)
He a bitch, have him bleedin' for a month out here (for a month, huh? what?)
nigg*s heated 'cause they bitches actin' up out here? (They actin' up)
Boy, you tweakin' if you thinkin' we give a f*ck out here (huh? What? What? What? Boom, boom)
Thirty-round extendos hang like ropes, hang time (grrah, boom, boom, boom)
nigg* try to play me close (Huh? What?)
End up on Dateline (boom, boom)
Hunnid shooters with a hunnid drums (yeah, yeah)
I got the bass line (grrah, grrah)
That FN ring in your face
That's a FaceTime (boom, boom)

Ayy
Let a fifty blow (brrt)
nigg*s sorry now, but f*ck we gon' show pity for? (Drench 'em)
Hand his bitch to bro, he let go, that's a give and go
We lowkey but everywhere I go they know No Limit though (No Limit)
F*ck the opps, we give 'em smoke
Before Covid mask (ayy)
Already did that (you know that)
We been blowin' mags, stand over his ass (boom)
Fill up body bags, we don't give out a pass (uh-uh)
F*ck jail, my killers make bail 'cause I got a lot of cash
Uh, I don't bap in my raps, that's on cap
Orientation, I was a freshman, Von upped the chrome .357
Right in school, I'm like, "F*ck it, now I'm comin' with my sh*t too" (on fo'nem)
nigg*, we gave our blocks blessings
Savages 'posed to go to Heaven (go to Heaven)

Pull up on these nigg*s actin' tough out here (boom, boom, huh?)
He a bitch, have him bleedin' for a month out here (for a month)
nigg*s heated 'cause they bitches actin' up out here? (They actin', what?)
Boy, you tweakin' if you thinkin' we give a f*ck out here (huh? What? What? What? Huh?)
Thirty-round extendos hang like ropes, hang time (grrah, boom, boom, boom)
nigg* try to play me close (Huh? What?)
End up on Dateline (boom, boom)
Hunnid shooters with a hunnid drums (yeah, yeah)
I got the bass line (grrah, grrah)
That FN ring in your face
That's a FaceTime (boom, boom)

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[King Von]
I don't play that (Nah)
I f*ck that bitch with a latex (Huh? What?)
I did a drill with a facemask (Boom)
I wash my hand with the Ajax
I don't play that (Huh? What?)
I don't play that (Nah)
I don't play that (Nah, nah)
I don't, uh, play that (Hold on)
Hold on (Huh?)

Lay down (Yeah)
I like that girl from the waist down (Uh, uh)
I don't think that we should waste time (Nah, nah)
I heard it was good through the grapevine (Yeah, yeah)
Huh? What? (What?)
I heard it was good through the grapevine (Yeah, yeah)
I heard that you got a great mind (What?)
I don't think that we need to waste time (Gang)
She fell in love with a shooter (Boom)
I caught that girl playin' with my Glock (Damn, damn)
She askin' me what is Tooka (What?)
Just know that we smoke him a lot
I take off my shirt when I'm hot (Hot)
I'm quick to spin down your block (Boom, boom)
Can't stop 'cause twelve too hot (Nah, nah)
I'll spin back when they not (Uh-huh)

I don't play that (Nah)
I f*ck that bitch with a latex (Huh? What?)
I did a drill with a facemask (Boom)
I wash my hand with the Ajax
I don't play that (Huh? What?)
I don't play that (Nah)
I don't play that (Nah, nah)
I don't, uh, play that (Hold on)
Hold on

[21 Savage]
She caught me f*ckin' her friend (21)
I hit that bitch with the peace sign (On God)
Why you keep callin' me, twin? (puss*)
You know that you puss*, you feline (puss*)
She fell in love with a stepper (21)
I caught her playin' with my Js (On God)
I fell in love with the gun smoke
She caught me playin' with my K (On God)
Creep up, get out (21)
I'm in your hood with my stick out (21)
You don't catch a body, you kicked out (puss*)
Swap hoes with my brothers, we switch out (puss*)
In a opp bitch mouth with my dick out (puss*)
I squeeze the Glock 'til the clip out (puss*)
I don't make diss songs, I flip out (puss*)
Whenever we see him, it's a blick out (21)

[King Von & 21 Savage]
I don't play that (puss*)
I f*ck that bitch with a latex (On God)
I did a drill with a facemask (On God, boom)
I wash my hand with the Ajax (21)
I don't play that (Straight up)
I don't play that (Straight up)
I don't play that (On God)
I don't, uh, play that (On God, hold on)
Hold on

[King Von]
Fast car, uh
Jaguar, uh
NASCAR, uh
AP off, uh

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

Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
nigg*, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
nigg*, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)

Ever since a shorty, I was poppin' out early
I was outside slidin' with the Glock .9 (with the Glock .9)
Catch him goin' to school, it's the right time (it's the right time)
nigg* don't front your move, better pipe down (grrah, grrah)
Pop me a pill then I bite down
Six-Double-O, real sh*t, free BiteDown
Catch a nigg* lackin' then we shootin' on sight now
He got caught, now he Can'tGetRight now (boom, boom, boom)
If they come outside and try to post up then we gon' spin they sh*t (spin, spin)
We gon' hit they block with a whole hunnidshots (grrah)
No matter how deep they is (get in, get in)
I shoot, nigg*'s don't shoot no kids (uh-huh)
He cheatin', this game real (damn, damn)
Somethin' wrong, that boy can't miss (uh-huh)
Get caught, I plead the fifth (boom, boom, boom)
I said that was my last time the last time but I still slid (I did)
He say he was gon' kill me and my homie
Look, now he real dead (now he dead, yeah)
When them nigg*s die, we don't feel bad (uh-huh)
We get a real laugh (yeah, yeah)
Get up on live, make him real mad (grrah, grrah)
'Cause we want him real bad (grrah, grrah, grrah)

Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
nigg*, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
nigg*, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)

Got a whole thirty clip for him, uh
He better watch how he get, 'cause sh*t can get lit for him, uh
When I show him this, huh, lil' brodie gon' dip on him, uh
I'ma do what I want, ain't no gassin' Fivi'
Got the .40 cali' in my jacket prolly
Boy, I had the building and I had the lobby
You ain't do the shootin' then don't jack the body
Them nigg*s fakin' the funk, huh
I post what I like and I say what I want
I'm smokin' on opps, I don't play with no blunts
I send 'em on drills, if he ate for the month
You catchin' bodies then I pay 'em a bunch
I still get charges 'cause I gave him the gun
Stomach shots 'cause I hated his guts
I love my shooter 'cause he ain't give a f*ck

Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
nigg*, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
nigg*, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah, boom)

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(Banger)
Huh? What?
Yeah, huh? Huh? What?
Nah, nah, huh? What?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Huh? What? Von

Bitch, why you tweakin' about sh*t ain't got sh*t to do with you? (Why? Why?)
When I get this check, ho, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through)
Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few)
I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh? What? Nah, nah)
I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hunnid (nah)
I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin')
We started off f*ckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (I started off f*ckin')
I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (yeah, yeah)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in (I put my)
She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how I'm)
I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm)
I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah, yeah)
I ask her what's wrong and she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin')
I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (nah, nah, I know that it's somethin')
I been through her phone, I know that she f*ckin' (I know that she f*ckin')
Ho thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)

You playin' it off, but it's killin' you, nigg* (damn)
Your bitch on my dick, she be feelin' a nigg* (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This bitch got you ready to kill you a nigg* (damn, damn)
Straight drill you a nigg*, you killin' me, nigg* (boom, boom, boom)
But I ain't trippin', I'm still on my pimpin' (nah)
She think that I'm slippin', I'm keepin' it pimpin' (I'm keepin' it)
Just bought me two Glocks and I'm keepin' 'em with me (I'm keepin' 'em with me)
That bitch broke your heart, got you roamin' the city (boom)
I got me a thirty, but I tote the fifty
Let's not talk about murders, they know I get busy (huh? Boom, boom)
I don't act like I'm savage, they know that it's in me (boom, boom)
I don't question my guys, I know that they with me (I know that they)
But back to this bitch, she say that she with him (say that she with him)
She textin' my phone, she tell me, "Come get him" (she tell me, "Come get him")
He holdin' a million, she think that we splittin' (she think that we splittin')
I'm pullin' up now and I'm killin' her with him (boom, boom)

Bitch, why you tweakin' about sh*t ain't got sh*t to do with you? (Why?)
When I get this check, ho, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through)
Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few)
I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh? What?)
I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hunnid (nah)
I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin')
We started off f*ckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (we started off)
I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (boom, boom)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how I'm)
I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm)
I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah, yeah)
I ask her what's wrong and she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin')
I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (I know that it's somethin') (yeah)
I been through her phone, I know that she f*ckin' (I know that she f*ckin') (yeah)
Ho thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy) (go)

Can't trust a bitch far as I can throw her (no)
Cap to me, said her daddy was a grower
Too good to be true when she told me the ticket (why?)
Didn't have no exotic, just locked up a midget
Got kicked out of school sellin' weed in the kitchen
Snapback, white collar shirt, and some Dickies (trap)
Quick to put me a bitch in detention
Ask Tavo, I been like this for a minute
The hood got too hot, so I moved to the 'burbs
Ferrari sit low, I step out on the curb (skrrt)
She get off at five, then pull up at six
By seven, she ate me and already split (ugh)
Hope you not ready to die 'bout that bitch
'Cause this ho ready to go to war 'bout that dick (swear)
I keep two or three hoes, one too close to zero
Like NASCAR tires, I rotate a bitch

Bitch, why you tweakin' about sh*t ain't got sh*t to do with you? (Why?)
When I get this check, ho, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through)
Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few)
I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh? What?)
I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hunnid (nah)
I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin')
We started off f*ckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (we started off)
I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (boom, boom)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how I'm)
I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm)
I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah, yeah)
I ask her what's wrong and she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin')
I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (I know that it's somethin')
I been through her phone, I know that she f*ckin' (I know that she f*ckin')
Ho thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)

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(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

You want back then? (Let's get it)
Ayy, Von, tell bro go spin that Benz
All them nigg*s was scared to shoot our vids, we had guns in they lens (yeah)
He think he turnt, but we the reason why he keep guns in his pants (yeah, yeah)
You can't talk 'bout Von around me wherever I go (yeah, yeah)
'Cause that's my twin, nigg* (Von)

See, sh*t got real (sh*t got real)
And I got locked up in that jam, but I ain't tell (nah, I ain't tell)
And my homie think I killed his cousin (what?)
Well, oh well (well, nigg*, oh well)
Zoo just beat his body like I beat mine (what?)
Ain't no Ls (huh?)
Signed a deal for a couple mil'
Lil' nigg*, I still drill (boom, boom)

We on the same sh*t (yeah)
F*cked the same bitch (let's get it)
On the same block (yeah)
Held the same switches (yeah)
Gang, I know I ain't trippin' (uh-uh)
They think they caught us slippin' (uh-huh)
Hang out that window
Doot-doot-doot-doot soon as the lane switch (let's get it)

You know my aim different (uh-huh)
Three bodies, same pistol (boom, boom)
Don't play, we change nigg*s (yeah, yeah)
This me, I'm the same nigg* (huh? What?)
Don't let this fame trick you (boom, huh?)
Don't let this flame hit you (boom, boom)
Don't let that name get you in the hospital off some pain killers (huh? What? Man, what?)

But you mean embalming fluid ('balming)
If you into it, I'm into it (if you into it, I'm into it)
If you do it, I'ma do it (if you do it, I'ma do it)
Go hop out the car and do it (go hop out the car and do it)
Damn, that's evil, twin (that's evil, uh-huh)
That mean we evil then (we evil, uh-huh)
Evil twin, evil twin (uh-huh)
Got 'em back equal then, let's get it (boom, boom)

You ain't got no bodies (nah)
Lil' nigg*, you a bitch, you a ho, you ain't shoot nobody
Tryna count my bodies? (What?)
You gon' need three, four hands tryna count my bodies
Do hits out a Audi (huh?)
Sneak up on him (boom)
Two shots to his head (boom, boom)
Then we outie

The killers and robbers vouchin' (woo, gang) (huh? What?)
The killers and robbers vouchin' (gang) (huh? What?)
The killers and robbers vouchin' (huh? What?)
The killers and robbers vouchin' (man, what?)
The killers and robbers vouchin'
The killers and robbers vouchin'

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(D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw man)

Man, these nigg*s hoes (hoes)
I already know (you know I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?)
He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't)
Plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold)
Wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh)
You diss then we gon' slide (grrah-grrah)
He got shot but he ain't die (what?)
Sike, you know he died (grrah-grrah)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh)
Still'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with Edogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh)
Free D.Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

How you real? Your homie just got killed (how?)
And you still ain't did nothin' (what?)
You the type to get booked and tell on your friends (what?)
And act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn)
I'll be damned, nigg*s know who I am (they know)
We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 A.M. (let's go)
nigg*s think it's sweet (what? What?)
Since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom)
I'm on the block, still f*ck a broke nigg* bitch (yeah)
Boy, I don't give a sh*t
Ice so cold I make her sick
Know who my dentist is
I done shot so many men (what?)
I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won't ask again (I won't)
Know who you dealin' with
If I crack once, won't crack again (I won't)
Ain't with that feelin' sh*t (nah, nah, nah)

Man, these nigg*s hoes (hoes)
I already know (you know I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?)
He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't)
Plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold)
Wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh)
You diss then we gon' slide (grrah-grrah)
He got shot but he ain't die (what?)
Sike, you know he died (grrah-grrah)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh)
Still'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with Edogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh)
Free D.Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

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Yeah
Yeah (I-I want the cash like Diego)
Von (Bankroll Got It)
Yeah, yeah (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 puss* in a cage, I can't tame it (yeah)
Put that bitch on the camera, now she famous (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, rich gangster (woah)
Bad bitch taker (gimme your bitch)
How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (okay, I see you)
Put that puss* in a cage, I can't tame her (this bitch too freaky, yeah)
Put that bitch on the 'Gram, now she famous (she's official)

Ayy, 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 f*ck for flyin' her outta state (come on)
I got rich but ain't sh*t change, I'm on Rodeo with that Drac', bitch (grrah)
Take a trip to Cali to the D, f*ck 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 nigg* to try me 'round this bitch
Like this sh*t sweet (what?)
I come drop you with that chopper then go wash up in some bleach
Paid forty for it plain, thirty more to make this Rollie glow (ice)
You know how it go, we f*ck then act like we don't know them hoes
I ain't friendly, nigg* (what?)
Don't say sh*t 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, nigg* (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 puss* in a cage, I can't tame it (I can't tame it) (yeah)
Put that bitch on the camera, now she famous (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, rich gangster (woah)
Bad bitch taker (gimme your bitch)
How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (okay, I see you)
Put that puss* in a cage, I can't tame her (this bitch too freaky, yeah)
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 sh*t, every nigg* that I came with (that I came with)
nigg* missed up close, where yo' aim at? (Where yo' aim at?)
Lame-ass nigg*s actin' tough, get yo' chain snatched (get yo' chain snatched)
nigg*s 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 nigg*s, I shot too
I'm thug life like Pac too (like Pac too)
F*ck these bitches and my opps too (and my opps too)
I done been rode for my dead nigg*s (huh? What?)
I kill nigg*s, I'm not you

Ayy, ayy, rich gangster (woah) (gang)
Bad bitch taker (gimme your bitch)
How she ridin' on that dick, that bitch dangerous (okay, I see you)
Put that puss* in a cage, I can't tame her (yeah, 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 puss* 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)

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(Banger)

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

These nigg*s mad

I started rapping then I shot straight to the top

These nigg*s mad

Because they not making no noise and now I'm hot

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Top

And we still on that block (we still on that block)

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Durk

And these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps)

These nigg*s mad

I started rapping then I shot straight to the top (then I shot straight to the top)

These nigg*s mad

Because they not making no noise and now I'm hot (and now a nigg* hot)

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Top

And we still on that block (and we still on that block)

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Durk

And these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps, boom)

These nigg*s out here broke and sh*t

They stealin' coats and sh*t

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

Bitch, you over with, you lost that (what?)

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)

Lil' nigg*, 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 done

Locked up, caught another case

And they ain't had no bond

Couldn't pay the sh*t anyway

These nigg*s mad

I started rapping then I shot straight to the top

These nigg*s mad

Because they not making no noise and now I'm hot

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Top

And we still on that block (we still on that block)

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Durk

And these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps)

These nigg*s mad

I started rapping then I shot straight to the top (then I shot straight to the top)

These nigg*s mad

Because they not making no noise and now I'm hot (and now a nigg* hot)

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Top

And we still on that block (and we still on that block)

These nigg*s mad

Because I f*ck with Durk

And these shots for my opps (and these shots for my opps, boom)

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(Banger)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Huh? Huh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von

I know you tired of nigg*s, girl
But that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigg*, 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 nigg*
That's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of nigg*s, girl
But that's not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real nigg*, 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 nigg*
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 WIIC, but she from out of town (she was)
And it's f*cked 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' co*ke, 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 nigg* 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 do)
"He playin', I'ma put some cheese on him" (huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
"And I know he be havin' them ki's on him" (oh yeah?)
Ayy, what dude be on?

I know you tired of nigg*s, girl
But that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigg*, 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 nigg*
That's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of nigg*s, girl
But that's not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real nigg*, 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 nigg*
That's what I taught

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 drop (yeah)
Catch you with that nigg*, I'm gon' treat him like my opp
Stackin' my bread to the ceiling, stayin' ten toes
She tired of you, well 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 puss* then put me inside of the friend zone still (huh)
Left dough 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 (huh)

I know you tired of nigg*s, girl
But that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigg*, 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 nigg*
That's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of nigg*s, girl
But that's not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real nigg*, 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 nigg*
That's what I taught

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

Bitch, want me to change my life (my life)
All the sh*t 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 shouldn't buy (damn)
Dumb bitch think she my wife (damn, damn)
Bitch, want me to change my life (my life)
All the sh*t 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 shouldn't 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 sh*t 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 sh*t, for real
From where the streets make legends (uh-huh)
They done pushed him off the porch
Lil' nigg* wasn't ready (wasn't ready)
You better hold your own (uh-huh)
And take your weight, this sh*t get heavy (this heavy)
Damn, we done did hits out a Chevy (grrah)
Damn, 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 pointed it at me (damn)

Bitch, want me to change my life (my what?)
All the sh*t 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 sh*t I do, hate the way I move (damn, damn)
Bitch want me in at night (huh?)
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 shouldn't buy (damn)
Dumb bitch think she my wife (damn, damn, damn)

But I still ain't fold (nah)
Bitch nigg*, 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 risks, but still I blow (boom, boom)
The odds against me, still I go (boom, boom)
They pullin' up, they get the lo'
nigg* dissed Von and he got smoked (damn)

Bitch, want me to change my life (my life)
All the sh*t 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 shouldn't buy (damn)
Dumb bitch think she my wife (damn, damn)
Bitch, want me to change my life (my life)
All the sh*t 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' nigg* wasn't ready
You better hold your own
And take your way, this sh*t get heavy
Damn, we done did hits out a Chevy
Damn, they done killed T.Roy killer, I'm happy
Damn, I done got caught a body with a rappy
Got to the station, he pointed at me

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(TooDope)
(8)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Uh, Von

It's hard to trust (it's hard)
We've been through too much sh*t, we can't give up
Risk it all on love (I risk)
Her puss* just like glue, it got me stuck
Changed who I was (I changed, yeah)
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 sh*t (huh?)
We can't give up (what?)
Risk it all on love (I risk)
Her puss* 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 sendin' you off (uh-huh)
They be just wishin' it's them (damn, damn)
Know it's hard to trust (I know)
But we done came this far, we can't give up (we 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 breakin' up
Don't know why people hatin' for (uh-huh)
Just tryna stack this paper up (I am)
She stayed ten toes when sh*t got tough (damn)

It's hard to trust (it's hard)
We've been through too much sh*t, we can't give up
Risk it all on love (I risk)
Her puss* just like glue, it got me stuck
Changed who I was (I changed, yeah)
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 sh*t (huh?)
We can't give up (what?)
Risk it all on love (I risk)
Her puss* 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)

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 nigg* direction (skrrt)
Knew he was a G when I met him (yeah)
No protection, just a Smith & Wesson (grrah)
Now we in this for eternity, ain't no fraternity
That nigg* know how I'm steppin' (like a AKA)
Even though you a bug
Let a opp nigg* try to get at me, I ain't showin' no love (no love)
Treat you like my blood
Anybody want smoke with my nigg*, you know what's up
Call you by yo' gov'
I be startin' sh*t wit' you 'cause soon as we fuss, we f*ck
Risked it all on love
I'm in it too deep, this way worse than the drugs

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 nigg* tried you in the studio and almost died (what?)
Get one, this mines (huh?)
Ain't goin' nowhere lil' girl, this sh*t for life

It's hard to trust
We've been through too much sh*t, we can't give up
Risk it all on love
Her puss* 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 sh*t
We can't give up
Risk it all on love
Her puss* 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-oh

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(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 strike
Bitch-nigg*, we been into it (boom, boom)
F*ck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (uh)
See them nigg*s, just to 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 was 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)

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)
nigg* play crazy and he dead on sight now (baow, baow)
Glock 29, nigg*, 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, baow)
Switch make a big nigg* get down (get down)
You ain't on sh*t, nigg*, sit down (sit down)
nigg* play crazy, get killed down (baow)
Lost some real nigg*s from that cloth 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, nigg* gotta live for the kids now (live for my kids now)

No kid sh*t, bitch-nigg* get kidnapped (uh-huh)
Tough-ass nigg* get bitch slapped (what?)
Opp-ass nigg*, play crazy, get sh*t splat (boom)
We do this sh*t for the get back (get back)
If Von want him dead then the nigg* gettin' gift-wrapped (what?)
Crossin' nigg*s out like it's tic-tac' (uh-huh)
nigg*s 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, boom-boom)
Walk up, what a nigg* gon' do? (Uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, and when we slide, we don't leave clues (uh-huh, skrrt)
'Cause a nigg* gon' eat or be food
You knew me from school (what?)
Bitch, that don't mean we was cool (nah)
Always packin' tools (boom, boom)
Young wild nigg* straight from that zoo (O'Block)

12 hit the spot, had to change it
Police tryna put me in the station
I was on the block, sellin' crack out the basem*nt
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 (I'll spin)
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 (why?)
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, baow)

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, boom)
We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a strike
Bitch-nigg*, we been into it (boom, boom)
F*ck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (uh)
See them nigg*s, just to 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 was 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

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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 nigg* 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 nigg* ass, ain't no one-on-ones (Von)

Better think fast, nigg* (fast)
I got a bag, I'm on your ass
You done made me mad, nigg* (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 fa*gs with you? (You got fa*gs 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, AKs, FNs with me (FNs)
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 nigg*s 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 nigg* 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 nigg* 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' nigg* Peezy, he'll f*ck over somethin' (for real)
Get it done, bust a nigg* head for that cheddar (cheddar)
Don't give a f*ck 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 livin' better, brand new Mazi, finna wrap it with a sweater
Ain't gotta tell a nigg* stop with all that talkin' on the phone
Must be snitchin', nigg*, you can do that sh*t there on your own
Can't sleep, can't eat, when it's beef, I get 'em gone
I'll beat a f*ck nigg* 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 nigg* 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 nigg* 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

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Nah
(Geraldo Liive on the track)
Von
Uh, uh, huh? What? Uh, uh, uh
Von
Uh, huh? Huh? Huh?

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 (vroom, 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 (vroom, 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 be starin' at every nigg* (damn, damn)
I got hoes, I'm past pimpin' (past)
Belizean, twin sisters (who?)
They get drunk, they start kissin' (what?)
Ask Muwop, he my witness (damn, damn)
Turnt up in the club (turnt up)
A nigg* play crazy in this bitch, we send it up (send it up)
We came in ten deep so, bitch, it's ten guns (boom)
Don't forget this one (boom, boom)
When I shoot, they run (run)
First degree, murder one (grrah, grrah)
Beat her back in, pull her tracks out (ooh)
Slam her like it's Smackdown
I keep goin' until she tap out (yeah)
I damn near blew my back out (huh? Huh?)
Damn, that's f*cked up what happened to- (damn)
Wish we would've had that sit down
And I see you nigg*s tryna switch sides
It's only one way for nigg*s 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 (vroom, 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 (vroom, vroom)
I got rich and they got mad (what?)
Better get out your feelings and get in your bag, bitch (Von)

And it, it f*ck up other things, you see what I'm sayin'?
It depends on what type of person you is
Like, if, if you built for it
A lot of people ain't built for this sh*t
A lot of people can't be
You know I ain't gon' say nobody built for this sh*t
But a lot of people just can't get through some sh*t like other people
A lot of people don't, don't, um
Handle situations like other people around them
So, so you be in jail, you got nigg*s, that's cool
You'll see him everyday, he cool, you see what I'm sayin'?
Like, me, I'm the type nigg* I come out, you gon' see me out there
I be smilin', you see what I'm sayin'?
And motherf*ckers be wonderin' like, "Why you smilin' and sh*t?"
I'm like 'cause, what else I'ma do, I'ma cry?
I ain't trippin', you see what I'm sayin'?
I'ma figure it out

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(Haha, CEO, turn that bitch up)
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
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 sh*t
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 pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

On my nigg*s, I'm that nigg* (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 tellin' what they'll do (nah, nah)
nigg*s'll play it cool (play it cool)
nigg*s 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 then scoom (boom, boom)
Line 'em up then boom, I 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 sh*t
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 pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

I'm Boss Tee and I get busy (busy)
When it comes to guns, I'm picky
Don't like Rugers, I need a glizz (I like Glocks)
Glock .20 with a switch (brrt)
Hunnid hunnids on yo' head then your sh*t gon' be missin' (baow, baow)
Mix the Perky with the jig' (facts)
F*ck all my opps, they dead, put on Rolex watch on Billy (get 'em smashed)
I rock off-white and Amiri (drip)
All white water on my neck, you can see these bitches clearly (my sh*t 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" (brrt)

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 sh*t
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 pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

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Grandson For President (Von)
Be cool or get your bitch ass trunked, ain't talkin' elephant
I been killin' sh*t 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 Danes, great aim, f*ck 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 sh*t'll never change (nah)
nigg* 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 f*ck if you my cousin (boom, boom)
Die Y for Young Money (boom, boom)
I'm screamin' out, "Who want it?" (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
These hoes be bussin', they bussin' like my banger bust (yeah)
So I don't cuff 'em, I just f*ck '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
Meek and Omelly (gang)
The chef up in the kitchen like, "What the f*ck 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 nigg* down
That puss* play 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' sh*t 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

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That's 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 sh*t, motherf*cker happy, man
Motherf*cker 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 motherf*cker, I got y'all
You know, whatever I could do for a motherf*cker, all you gotta do is ask

(Raw Equity)

We ain't tryna know who gang-bang, none of that sh*t
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 sh*t, you see what I'm saying?

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

Nobody f*cking 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?
Tellin' the bros, what's the price? Fifty twice

We faithful individuals over there
We all got situations, we all got sh*t 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"
"I can't stop saying that"
"Aha, I love you too"
"Okay?"

Hi, da-da
Da-da

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