[Intro: King Von] (Yo, Ayo) (JTK) Huh (These niggas know me for real) What? (For real) Von
[Chorus: King Von] Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' I said it was war, lil' nigga, I meant it I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it .45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is Sitting lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it Get caught, just stick to the code Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while If he give up me then they letting him go He won't be back on the streets 'til he old Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip But my nigga, he never folded
[Verse 1: Polo G] I only give a fuck what the block say, too official to clear up a rumor My homie laughed hard, heard the 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 mouth like a tumor Catch him and change him, look how they played him, he only gangster up on his computer He played it foul and we gave him a pass, that don't mean we won't get on your ass in the future And I won't trip when my lil' brother clutching, know how he puttin' in work with that Ruger 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 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
[Chorus: King Von] Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' I said it was war, lil' nigga, I meant it I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it .45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is Sitting lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it Get caught, just stick to the code Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while If he give up me then they letting him go He won't be back on the streets 'til he old Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip But my nigga, he never folded
[Verse 2: King Von] I got my first hundred thou' and I broke it down With my team, boy, I am so goated I always stuck out when I'm in the crowd when I was a child I was special and my mama noticed That nigga cool, but Von, he the coldest I live my life like a book and I wrote it I drop a song then these niggas quote it If he looking for me, I'm probably where his ho is Only fuck bitches that's bad, ain't got no kids I'm going crazy like I ain't got no sense You in that car and that bitch ain't got no tint We pulling up and we letting off four knicks Don't need cap credit we giving out facelifts He breathing hard, don't think he gon' make it I chopped the block up and ain't have my face mask So I'ma stay in, that's how my day end Say he a heavy, we see at the weigh-in He want a song or a verse, gotta pay then Don't see me stopping, don't know where my brakes is 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 You don't look for me and see too many faces Nigga, you in the way, and bitch, I'm your replacement
[Chorus: King Von] Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' I said it was war, lil' nigga, I meant it I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it .45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is Sitting lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it Get caught, just stick to the code Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while If he give up me then they letting him go He won't be back on the streets 'til he old Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone I know some niggas that's quick to give police a tip But my nigga, he never foldedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
