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King Von - Welcome to O'Block Album Lyrics



King Von - Welcome to O'Block Lyrics






I Am What I Am

Bow (what?)
(Fivi, let's do it)
(Von, heavy on it)
What? (No cap)
Von (Fivi, let's go)

I am what I am, what I'm not, see I never be (nah)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (bow)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (bow, bow)
And if I should die (ayy), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)
My niggas gon' slide every day (we are)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see I never be (nah)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (bow)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (bow, bow, bow)
And if I say die (bow), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)
My niggas gon' slide every day (slide, slide)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (grrt)
Ayy, look

You know how we rock (you know how we rock)
I can't wait until we find out the block (I can't)
Forever Pop, we ain't never gettin' cool with the opps (never)
I get the money, I do it a lot (I get the money, I do it a lot)
Woo, bow, I got it on me, he gettin' shot (bow)
We give a f*ck about the cops (bow, look)
I'm that Woo, you know what to do (grrt)
I throw the set when I come in the room (I do)
I heard they offer a hundred mil' (what?)
Tell them boys I need a hundred and two (ayy, ayy)
Boom (boom), boom (boom)
Send me the addy, I comin' to you (grrt, bow, bow)
Huh, send me the addy, I comin' to you
I just touched down (I just touched down)
Von like "Welcome to the Raq" (ayy)
I need a gun, where it's at? (Ayy)
It's GDK on my back (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a tat (nah)
Henny (Henny), 'Nac (yeah)
I'm off the liqour, I don't know how to act (bow)

I am what I am, what I'm not, see I never be
Niggas woofin' up until we meet
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (bow, bow)
And if I should die (ay), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)
My niggas gon' slide every day (we are)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see I never be (uh-uh)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (bow)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (bow, bow, bow)
And if I should die (uh-huh), I'm boostin' the murder rate (yeah, yeah)
My niggas gon' slide every day (slide, slide)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (grrt)
Boom, boom

Niggas been woofin' a lot like I ain't on the block
Boy, this shit'll get ugly
These niggas been talking to thots, act like I ain't hot
Bitch I'm givin' third degree (these niggas pussy)
I was thirteen doin' burglaries (I was)
That nigga big brother used to serve for me (work for me)
I been f*ckin' hoes that was curvin'
Last nigga play with King Von need surgery (he need surgery, boom)
Grab some (Von), I hit a bitch with my mask on (uh-huh)
Then rob her crib, I be dead wrong
My uncle in the cell makin' calls on the cell phone (hello, yo, yo)
3D (yeah), Icebox shine my VVS (bling, bow)
My shit glow like Chief Keef (bang, bang)
Switch on the Glock got my bullets on repeat
Niggas act tough niggas don't wanna see me
When they see me niggas blind like Stevie (blind)
Ain't for the school I ain't learnin bout a peace treaty (I didn't)
He tried a peace treat it then ended up T Streetz (boom, boom, damn)
That come with time, I do a hit and I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
Niggas be woofin' for clout (what? Huh?)
If he step out the back, then nigga I'm strikin' him out

I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see I never be (uh-uh)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (what? Huh?)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV
And if I should die (what?), I'm boostin' the murder rate (yeah yeah)
My niggas gon' slide every day (yeah yeah)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see I never be (uh-uh)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet
Catch him lackin', put him on TV
And if I should die (uh-huh), I'm boostin' the murder rate (yeah, yeah)
My niggas gon' slide every day (slide, slide)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (boom, boom)

I am what I am, what I'm not, see I never be (bow)
Niggas woofin' up until we meet (bow)
Catch him lackin', put him on TV (bow, bow)
And if I should die (ay), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)
My niggas gon' slide every day (we are)
He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (brrt, bow)
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett, Maxie Lee Ryles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Armed and Dangerous

(Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)
Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me (huh? what?)
Every day they clockin' me
(ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (boom, boom)
And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (nah)
'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talkin' 'bout, no rappin' beef (what?)
Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies, massacres, casualties (yeah, yeah, uh)
Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (yeah)
Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat
Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween (boom, boom)

Back to back funerals, it's them or us, it's him or me
Don't get booked 'cause ain't no bond money, we doin' this shit for free (nah)
If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak (what? huh?)
If I miss, ain't goin' to sleep, I'm in the street, we play for keeps (huh? what? Boom)
2011, August 11th, R.I.P. Odee (damn)
August 9th, two days before, I turned seventeen (damn)
Twenty-one to forty-five, I'm like what the f*ck that mean? (what?)
"You fightin' an armed robbery shorty, that's what they offerin'"
My lil' brother gettin' big, my uncle got that cough again
He been smokin' crack since I was born, that monkey stalkin' him
I used to stay up late at granny crib just to talk to him
When I was locked up, God knocked on his door and told him walk with Him (damn)
Back to this drillin' shit (huh? what?)
Sosa started rappin' now the war goin' viral (huh? yeah, yeah)
Boy, this bitch crackin' (what? boom)
Boy, they ass lackin' (boom)
Hit they block twice, a lot of boomin', no jammin' (boom, huh? what?)
His mama pop out like, "Oh God, damn, what happened?" (what? what?)
This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage (boom, boom, boom)
You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't havin' (yeah, yeah, uh)
Not your blood, ain't your cuz, you my son, I'm your daddy (huh? huh? huh? huh? what?)
(You my son, I'm your daddy)

Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me (damn)
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (boom, boom)
And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (nah)
'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef (nah, nah)
Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies, massacres, casualties (ayy, ayy, huh?)
Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (huh? huh? huh?)
Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat (yeah, boom, boom)
Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween (boom, boom, boom)
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Writer: Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






GTA

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

Nigga, you know I know (know)
My life grand theft auto (uh-huh)
All my guns on semi-auto (grrah, grrah)
Look like I hit the lotta (yeah)
Up in traffic, duckin' potholes (vroom, vroom)
Slow down, which way the opps go? (which way?)
These niggas chicken, Roscoe (uh)
I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho (uh-uh)
I see fake shit through a blind fold (I see it)
You the type to see shit with your eyes closed (boom, boom)
AP watch, I'm in a different time zone (AP)
Lil' cuz walk around with five on (bang, bang)
You would move better if you knew what I knew (you'd move)
Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do (you'd do it)
Gotta keep a Glock every time that I move (real)
Nigga, you know I know (you know, boom, boom)

You ain't know (nah)
I used to drill for the low (I did)
Right after school, I'm changin' my shoes (huh?)
Ain't gotta tell me, I just go (why? I'm gone)
I f*ck with 600, so boy, I just blow (boom)
Ain't get shot, but boy, I was close (close)
He made a diss and now he a ghost (huh?)
And it happen fast, we need to toast (why? On gang)
I don't front, dog hoes, like K-9 (yeah)
And he keep a strap, like KI (uh-huh)
And he shoot shit from the three like AI
He was with the shits since yay high (on gang)
Got the low, I'm on my way now (I'm comin')
How many bodies? Can't hide no face tats (uh-uh)
All the little kids know I don't play that (they know)
Nah, I don't play that (gang)
Now you know I know (know)
My Glock filled with hallows (grrah)
All my cars on Forgiatos (vroom)
Who killed dude? Shit, how would I know? (How?)
Keep that rocket, like I'm Otto
My pockets big, Apollo (uh-huh)
I'm the king, Mufasa
Who shot Wooski? How would I know? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Nigga, you know I know (know)
My life grand theft auto (uh-huh)
All my guns on semi-auto (grrah, grrah)
Look like I hit the lotta (yeah)
Up in traffic, duckin' potholes (vroom, vroom)
Slow down, which way the opps go? (which way?)
These niggas chicken, Roscoe (uh)
I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho (uh-uh)
I see fake shit through a blind fold (I see it)
You the type to see shit with your eyes closed (boom, boom)
AP watch, I'm in a different time zone (AP)
Lil' cuz walk around with five on (bang, bang)
You would move better if you knew what I knew (you'd move)
Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do (you'd do it)
Gotta keep a Glock every time that I move (real)
Nigga, you know I know (you know)
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Ride

Damn
I'd risk it all for you
And when a nigga get jammed, I'ma call for you
Yeah, yeah
I'ma have to call your shit
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
Von

You know how it go (go)
When we in the streets (in the streets)
I'm with my partners, got my chopper like I'm NLE (NLE)
I'm out on bond, gang member with three felonies (three felonies)
Might go to jail, if I need you, would you be there for me? (Be there for me)
The police thirsty too (damn)
They just surround the block (surround the block)
Louis saw 'em comin' (damn)
He told BJ, and Top (ayy, watch out)
It was too late, I'm got (on God)
They snatch my chain, my watch (chain, my watch)
They threw me in the car (car)
Now couldn't you've held it done?

A nigga always in the street, I'm playin' foul (playin' foul)
I be up on trial (up on trial)
Locked up for a while (for a while)
I don't know if I'm gon' make it, I don't know if I'ma drown
I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride

Would you ride? Would you ride?
Would you ride for a nigga?
Would you ride? Now would you ride?
Could you ride for a real?
You gon' ride, you gon' ride, pick a side
Don't you lie, come on ride
Don't you lie to a nigga
Come on ride

I got court tomorrow (damn)
She say she gon' come (she gon' come)
I'm on trial, what I'm facin', nigga, murder one (murder one)
She held it down, lately, yeah, when I was on the run (on the run)
Held my gun (DJ on the-) huh? What?
Who I love? Girl, you the only one (you the only one)
I'ma make you smile (make you smile)
Throw you some paper (throw you some paper)
Girl, just be patient when they done deliberatin' (yeah)
I'ma show you, you the greatest, all them other hoes be hatin'
Now I'm rich and they can't take it, I'm just happy that we made it (Von)
F*ck it, I'd risk it all for you (I'd risk it all for you)
When a nigga get jammed, I'ma call for you (I'ma call for you)
All these hoes in love with who I am, I won't fall for it (no, I won't fall for it)
But a bitch like you, I'd give it all to her (I'd give all to her)

'Cause a nigga always in the street, I'm playin' foul (playin' foul)
I be up on trial (up on trial)
Locked up for a while (for a while)
I don't know if I'ma make it, I don't know if I'ma drown
I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride

Would you ride? Would you ride?
Would you ride for a nigga?
Would you ride? Now would you ride?
Could you ride for a real?
You gon' ride, you gon' ride, pick a side
Don't you lie, come on ride (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Don't you lie to a nigga
Come on ride
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Demon

(Banger)
Von (damn)
Von (damn, damn)

If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)
Whitey got killed, I seen it
I was right there, still can't believe it (damn)
Shit turned me to a demon
Police ask me, I ain't seen nothin' (uh-huh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (boom)
Me and T-Roy was schemin' (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I'm tryna put my whole team on
If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)
Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)
I was right there, still can't believe it (damn)
Shit turned me to a demon (yeah)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nothin' (uh-huh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (boom, boom)
Me and T-Roy was schemin' (uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah

Let me tell you the truth (look)
Most of these niggas they fool
And they don't really f*ck with you (uh-huh)
Let me tell you the truth
Went on a drill with my homie
And that nigga ain't even shoot (damn)
Steady actin' gangsta, that ain't even you
Set up by bitches, they ain't even cute (huh?)
I won't tell a soul, I be keep it movin' (nah)
Woppy shootin' shit, and he don't even hoop (boom, boom, boom)
I was out the window, he was out the roof (shoot)
I was on the block, you was at the loop (damn)
I was in the Ford, he was in the Taurus
I was in the zoo, shootin' shit with Zoo (boom, boom)
Talkin' about bodies, I got a few (uh-huh)
Four plus three, three plus two (damn)
I'm King Von, nigga, who is you? (Who?)
We gon' but the mall when they free Duke (yeah)
Never been stingy, you could get it too
Glock is never jamin', aim it then I shoot (yeah, yeah)
I be missin' granny, prolly pop a Xanny (Xanny)
Give a bitch a Plan B, hug and a juice
Used to take her back, nah, now I'm through (nah, nah)
Ain't shakin' hands, nigga, we ain't cool
We done caught more bodies than a common flu
Snatch him out his crib and put him on the news
Niggas can't walk a mile in my shoes (they can't)
Niggas can't do the shit that I do (uh-uh)
Niggas can't shoot the guns that I shoot (uh-uh)
Niggas ain't built like that and that's cool
Niggas wasn't killin' shit in high school
I was keepin' quiet, I was bein' cool (nah)
I don't give a f*ck, nigga, f*ck Duck
Even if it rain, bitch, we comin' through (boom, boom, boom)

If I tell I love you, I mean it (huh?)
Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)
I was right there, still can't believe it (can't believe it)
Shit turned me to a demon (damn, damn)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nothin' (uh-huh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (uh-huh)
Me and T-Roy was schemin' (uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on (yeah)
If I tell I love you, I mean it (I mean it)
Whitey got killed, I seen it (I seen it)
I was right there, still can't believe it (uh-huh)
Shit turned me to a demon (damn, damn)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nothin' (uh-huh)
Back to back hits like a rewind (grrah, grrah)
Me and T-Roy was schemin' (uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah (on gang)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






How it Go

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

When you fightin' them cases, court dates comin' slow (uh-huh)
Them 9-1's no joke, you just gotta have hope (have hope)
And don't say shit, give a f*ck what they say they know
Give f*ck what they find (damn), give a damn who they get
I bet the shit won't stick, my last rappy was a bitch
They gave him twenty-eight years 'cause the nigga wouldn't close his lips (damn, damn, damn)
Just be cool, be patient, 'cause the opps still hatin'
Be the same niggas wrote them statements
Man, them niggas couldn't take you (nah)
They was too scared to face
You was goin' through that bitch like Jason
Boy, you gotta be a fool (huh?)
How you think that shit cool?
You givin' names, you ain't playin' by the rules (what?)
Leave his ass in a pool (damn), of his own damn blood
It's the type of shit that don't make the news (boom, boom)
See, now you just chillin', you just waitin' on trial
Gang'nem out there goin' wild, you know you got a child (uh-huh)
And his mama ain't shit, but I know you learnt that 'by now
Heard she f*ckin' with the opps (damn)
And she was just on they block with the same nigga you was tryna pop (what?)
Man, this shit gotta stop (damn)
Now you locked in a room, you just plottin' while you doin' pushups
You better check on your bro
'Cause the nigga on the new came in, said he heard he got smoked
Better check on your ho
'Cause the same lil' nigga said, "She out there right now gettin' poked" (damn)
That just ruined your day (damn)
Now you tryna start a fight, sayin' niggas better stay out your way
Nigga, fix your face (why?)
Don't nobody give a f*ck
Everybody goin' through the same thing

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)

I been gone
Tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone (Von)

Man, let me tell you how it is (huh?)
See, you just got out, now a nigga tryna see his kids (uh-huh)
But look this the deal (what?)
You don't got the bitch number
And you don't know where she lives (damn, damn, damn)
So you call a ho momma (uh), it ring three times
"Hey Ms. Jones, how you been?" (Hey Ms. Jones)
First thing she say (what?)
Is, "Oh, this von, and damn, you back out again?" (Bitch)
But you ain't even trippin' (nah), she finna die anyway
Old bitch knockin' on like sixty
And you ain't even got a penny (nah)
You thinkin' get rich or die tryin', favorite rapper must be 50 (yeah, yeah)
Boy, you need you a Glizzy (damn)
'Cause you still in the city and shorty and them still gettin' busy (what?)
See, I keep mine with me (huh?)
And it's hard gettin' a gun from a nigga, it's like tryna get a kidney (boom)
So what you gon' do? (Huh?)
You gon' rob or gon shoot? (Boom)
You gon' trap or gon' crack? (Boom)
You gon' win or gon' lose? (Win or gon' lose)
You gon' work, go to church, sell some merch
On the first, boy, I know that shit hurt (know that shit hurt)
Better rap, better stack
Better get them blue hunnids, put 'em in the matt' (in the matt')
The D.A. on your ass, you f*ck up one time, then your ass goin' back

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)

I been gone
Tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Mine Too

Von
Uh
(Hitmaka!)

Beat them odds and wasn't even tryin' to (I wasn't even tryin')
Ain't finna beef about no bitch, dawg, she mine too (you know she mine)
Press these niggas 'bout them issues, up that iron too (up that iron)
Put all my opps on t-shirts, come through like a drive through (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Tooka was playin' crazy so he got fired too (he got fired too)
Cartier on my brothers, I do mines too (I do mine too)
Comb through all these snakes, I use a fine tooth (I use a fine tooth)
Back to back them bricks, we in the line too (we 'bout to, swoo, swoo, swoo, swoo)

Tooka was playin' crazy so he got fired too (he got fired too)
Cartier on my brothers, I'll do mines too (I'll do mines too)
Comb through all these snakes, I use a fine tooth (I use a fine tooth)
Back to back them bricks, we in the line too (we in the line too)

Broad day shootouts with the opps (boom)
Niggas die, can't make this up (damn, damn)
We hop on niggas blocks (what? What?)
Police hop out, they chasin' us (what? What?)
(Damn) why they chasin' us?
(Damn) we gon' hit 'em up (we gon')
(Damn) y'all ain't did enough (y'all ain't did)
Now go get 'em all (boom, boom, boom)
The block is hot (hot)
But we ain't stoppin' 'til we catch a body
Yeah, I got opps (opps)
Gon' be the one to start it, ain't gon' stop 'em
Yeah, I got demons in my body (bitch)
Skeletons all in my closet (uh-huh)
Had to gang bang, ain't have no options (uh-huh)
'Til I made it out the projects (damn, damn)

Beat them odds and wasn't even tryin' to (wasn't even tryin')
Ain't finna beef about no bitch, dawg, she mine too (you know she mine)
Press these niggas 'bout them issues, up that iron too (up that iron)
Put all my opps on t-shirts, come through like a drive through (huh? what? boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Tooka was playin' crazy so he got fired too (he got fired too)
Cartier on my brothers, I'll do mines too (I'll do mine too)
Comb through all these snakes, I use a fine tooth (I use a fine tooth)
Back to back them bricks, we in the line too (we 'bout to, swoo, swoo, swoo, swoo)

Niggas bitches, I know it (I know)
I keep my distance like COVID (yeah)
I got the world on my shoulders (damn)
Just wish my family was closer (damn, damn, damn)
All the secrets he told on me
Gave a statement, he wrote it (Why? Huh? Huh?)
I give advice and they quote it
I beat that body, I'm goated
My bag so big, I can't blow it
I run the city, they know it (yeah)
I keep a Glock but don't show it
And hide so good, you won't know it (uh, uh)
I got some beef up in Nola, nigga, and ain't even know it (huh?)
I hear you rappin' that gangsta shit (what?)
But now you gotta show me (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm two-four like I'm Kobe (yeah)
Shoot like Ginobli
Better pay me, you owe me
We get caught, you don't know me (nah, nah)
I got rich, now I'm phony
I got O'Block tatted on me (yeah, nah, what?)
Bitch, I'll die for my homies, I take your life
You don't know me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Tooka was playin' crazy so he got fired too (he got fired too)
Cartier on my brothers, I do mines too (I do mine too)
Comb through all these snakes, I use a fine tooth (I use a fine tooth)
Back to back them bricks, we in the line too (we 'bout to, swoo, swoo, swoo, swoo)

Tooka was playin' crazy so he got fired too (he got fired too)
Cartier on my brothers, I'll do mines too (I'll do mines too)
Comb through all these snakes, I use a fine tooth (I use a fine tooth)
Back to back them bricks, we in the line too (we in the line too)

Von
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Writer: Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Dayvon Bennett, Jaucquez Lowe, Joshua Samuel
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Waynes Story

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

My young nigga, fourteen (fourteen)
He ridin' round with the pole on 'em (uh-huh)
See, shorty 'bout that life (yeah)
Ain't nan nigga finna go on 'em (nah, nah)
We was on the block shootin' dice
When some grown niggas just stole on 'em (damn)
He hopped up with that pole on 'em
He ain't say nothin', he just blowed on (boom, boom, boom)
See, shorty 'bout that life (uh-huh)
It was five witnesses, local citizens (damn, damn)
And shorty ain't think twice (nah)
He just up and did the shit like he ain't give a shit
Bullets hit his top, open ligament (boom, boom)
One to the head, shorty finished him (boom, boom)
The whole city know shorty killin' shit (damn)
He ain't go to jail, yeah, shorty lit (damn)
Five years later, shorty still the truth (huh?)
He think that he famous, he be on the news
He don't give a damn, he be skippin' school (nah)
Breakin' all the rules, givin' niggas blues
School or the streets, shorty gotta choose (huh?)
He picked the wrong one, shorty finna lose (damn)
He don't even hustle, shorty ass a fool
And he ain't got no money, shorty shoulda hooped
F*ck that, ski mask, quick way
Give a f*ck what you think, nigga, gotta get the rent paid (gotta the rent paid)
Can't get a job, got more bodies than Tay-K (bodies than Tay-K)
You was in the safe way, we was in the gang way (gang way)
He got the drop, found out where Lil Wayne stay
Lil Wayne been havin' bowls for a decade
Lil Wayne, he ain't play, he a headache (goddamn)
But shorty ain't care, he was ready (what?)
Now shorty creeped up to the back door (huh?)
And there's cameras all around this nigga crib
I don't know why shorty did that for (why he do that?)
Lil Wayne saw him come out through the threshold (what?)
Couldn't believe, lil' shorty was that bold (what?)
Lil Wayne tried shot, shorty let go (boom, boom)
Lil Wayne ear bleedin', it was close
Few more shots, he looked up, shorty got ghost

Now it's war outside (yeah)
Get your ass inside (inside)
If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)
They do a homicide (homicide)
You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)
Better stay inside (stay inside)
Or nigga you gon' die (damn, damn)

Wayne mad, this shit gettin' old (huh?)
He hot, this beef gettin' cold
He gettin' tired shootin' up the nigga home
He ain't never there, lil' nigga always gone
Every call he get, he thirsty (he thirsty)
He saw his cousin and murked him (he murked him)
Broad day, driveway, at church (at church)
His auntie son, had hurt him (boom, boom)
Now shorty cryin', at the funeral, suit and a tie
Looked auntie straight in her eyes
"Whoever did this shit, gon' die
Whoever did this, mama, gon' cry
He slide, I slide, we slide
Ain't stoppin' 'til one of us die
Ain't stoppin' 'til one of us die" (boom)

Now it's war outside (yeah)
Get your ass inside (inside)
If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)
They do a homicide (homicide)
You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)
Better stay inside (stay inside)
Or nigga you gon' die
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






The Code

(Yo, Ayo)
(JTK)
Huh? (These niggas know me for real)
What? (For real)
Von

Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' (you tweakin')
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got off the floor, who got shot? I don't know
Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seent it
Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (where the beam is)
If a nigga move foul then we aimin' where his team is
Said ya lil' niggas down, motherf*cker, you ain't mean it
Get caught, just stick to the code (uh-huh)
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 he lettin' 'em go (damn)
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 a police a tip (uh, why?)
But my nigga, he never folded

I don't really give a f*ck what the block said
Too official to clear up a rumor
My homie laugh hard, heard an opp was dead
Guess he got a killer sense of humor
I heard that pussy been thinkin' 'bout death
Well that bullet gon' stick to his mind like a tumor (uh)
Catch him and change him, look how they played him (uh-huh)
He only gangster up on his computer (damn)
He play 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 clutchin'
Know how he put in that work with that Ruger (grrah-rrah)
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 savin' 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 lettin' up
Thirteen hundred shots when we ride in them trucks (yeah)
Get on any side and we f*ckin' you up
I used to trap with the gangsters and clucks
Straight in the slums where they prayin' for luck
Like I'm Giannis, I play for them bucks
Hood on my back and I came in the clutch

Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' (Von)
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know (boom)
Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seent it
Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (yeah)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (uh-huh)
If a nigga move foul then we aimin' where his team is
Said ya lil' niggas down, motherf*cker, you ain't mean it
Get caught, just stick to the code (uh-huh)
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 he lettin' 'em go (damn)
He won't be back on the streets 'til he old
Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone (uh-uh, huh?)
I know some niggas that's quick to give a police a tip
But my nigga, he never folded

I got my first hundred thou' when I broke it down
With my team, boy, I am so goated
I always stuck out in the crowd when I was a child
I was special and my mama noticed (they knew it)
That nigga cool, but Von, he the coldest
I live my life like a book and I wrote it (uh-huh)
I drop a song and these niggas quote it (uh-huh)
If he lookin' for me, I'm probably where his ho is (yeah)
Only f*ck bitches that's bad, ain't got no kids (yeah)
I'm goin' crazy like I ain't got no sense (yeah, yeah)
You in that car and that bitch ain't got no tint (huh?)
We pullin' up and we lettin' off four knicks (grrah, grrah)
Don't need cap credit we givin' out facelifts
He breathin' hard, don't think he gon' make it (boom, boom)
I chopped the block up and ain't have my face mask (boom, boom)
So I'ma stay in, that's how my day end (boom, boom)
Say he a heavy, we see at the weigh in (we'll see)
He want a song or a verse, gotta pay then (yeah)
Don't see me stoppin', don't know where my breaks is (nah)
Only want blues, man, I'm startin' to get racist
Shit be gettin' real in that field and them chases (Von)
Can't go back now, I got too many cases (skrrt, skrrt)
You don't look for me and see too many faces (nah)
Nigga, you in the way, and bitch, I'm your replacement (boom, boom)

Rob who? Take what? You tweakin'
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know
Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seent it
Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (where the beam is)
If a nigga move foul then we aimin' where his team is
Said ya lil' niggas down, motherf*cker, 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 he lettin' 'em go (damn)
He won't be back on the streets 'til he old (damn)
Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone
I know some niggas that's quick to give a police a tip (why? Why?)
But my nigga, he never folded (he know)
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Why He Told

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

Man, I don't know why he told (man, I don't know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (man, I don't know how)
He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coat it (but he ain't, nah)
He told them what he told 'em (told 'em)
That was my brother, he broke (he broke)
Gotta act like I don't know (damn)
Don't call my phone no more (don't call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face
Don't know what he on no more (don't know what he on)
I even asked him, "Was it true?"
He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (he told me, "Nah")
Bitch, what you lyin' for?
You had me cryin', bro (why?)
Could've did that time, bro

Now we ain't talkin' now
And he ain't even call my phone no more
'Cause ain't nothin' to talk about (man, I don't wanna talk)
Nigga, you dead wrong, left me on my own
'Cause you ain't real no more (nah, you ain't real)
This shit f*cked up, niggas tellin' on they guys
I don't even wanna drill no more (I don't even wanna drill)
I don't even wanna drill no more (I don't even wanna drill)

Bitch, I would've bonded you out, uh (I would've bonded you out)
You could've stayed at my house, uh (could've stayed at my house)
We would've figured it out, uh (we would've figured it out)
You took the easiest route (bitch)
I wonder when he gettin' out, uh (I wonder when he gettin' out)
Who he gon' hang with now? (Who he gon' hang with now?)
Man, this nigga dangerous now (dangerous)
He might end up takin' me out, damn (might end up takin' me out)
He might end up takin' me down, damn (might end up takin' me down)
Won't feel safe if he around
Bro'nem ain't gon' like how this sound
'Cause, bitch, we came up from the ground
You get hit with that TEC if you foul (DJ on the-)
Just be quiet 'cause these niggas loud

Man, I don't know why he told (man, I don't know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (man, I don't know how)
He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coat it (but he ain't, nah)
He told them what he told 'em (told 'em)
That was my brother, he broke (he broke)
Gotta act like I don't know (damn)
Don't call my phone no more (don't call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face
Don't know what he on no more (don't know what he on)
I even asked him, "Was it true?"
He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (he told me, "Nah")
Bitch, what you lyin' for?
You had me cryin', bro (why?)
Could've did that time, bro

Oh, you a witness now?
The realest nigga that I knew
You done turnt Mickey Mouse
I heard they get you in that room, you put that business out (you broke the code)
I bet they give your ass some food, said you was gettin' out (said you was what?)
Now sit your dumb ass down

Bitch, I would've bonded you out, uh (I would've bonded you out)
You could've stayed at my house, uh (could've stayed at my house)
We would've figured it out, uh (we would've figured it out)
You took the easiest route (bitch)
I wonder when he gettin' out, uh (I wonder when he gettin' out)
Who he gon' hang with now? (Who he gon' hang with now?)
Man, this nigga dangerous now (dangerous)
He might end up takin' me out, damn (might end up takin' me out, boom-boom)
He might end up takin' me down, damn (he might end up takin' me down)
Won't feel safe if he around
Bro'nem ain't gon' like how this sound
'Cause, bitch, we came up from the ground
You get hit with that TEC if you foul (grrah)
Just be quiet 'cause these niggas loud

Man, I don't know why he told (man, I don't know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don't know how he fold (man, I don't know how)
He could've hit them with the script, but he ain't sugar coat it(but he ain't, nah)
He told them what he told 'em (told 'em)
That was my brother, he broke (he broke)
Gotta act like I don't know (damn)
Don't call my phone no more (don't call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face
Don't know what he on no more (don't know what he on)
I even asked him, "Was it true?"
He told me, "Nah, lil' bro" (he told me, "Nah")
Bitch, what you lyin' for?
You had me cryin', bro (why?)
Could've did that time, bro

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
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Writer: Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Back Again

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)

Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
F*cked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
Say when I get on, ain't no more thots, we f*ckin' actresses
Bitch, you know we lyin', we f*ckin' thotties on the mattresses

Ayy, pop out like a ghost
They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (uh)
If a body movin', I spin back, he gettin' clapped again (uh)
I be in the Nola with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (uh, hey, hey)
O'Block they my brothers but 300 that's my woadie nem
Them be my f*ckin' partners (them motherf*ckers, woo)
I be movin' through this bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)
I'm a f*ckin' shotter
And I'm dreaded like a Rasta
I be runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that Charger (skrrt)
Foenem screamin', "Get back" (gang)
You know I'm with that (uh)
Long live baby boy T-Roy, can't forget Hec
Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (uh)
Chopper bullet, make 'em somersault then put 'em on his back (boom, boom)

I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (squash no beef, nigga)
We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (real street nigga)
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (rest in pee, nigga)
Shoot up everybody that's outside
Bet Wooski feel this one (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I bet Wooski still twitchin' (damn, damn, damn)
He changed, somethin' different
I got clips like Mel Gibson (yeah)
All full, none empty (grrah, grrah)
I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)
I done gave niggas whole head starts (what?)
And still I hawked 'em down (boom, boom)
That shit crazy (damn)
Krunk was doin' all that woofin', he ain't even make it (damn)
Melly got shot up in the party, started Harlem Shakin' (damn, damn, damn)
If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (boom, boom)
The difference between me and you is you be askin', I be takin' (boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)

Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
F*cked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett, Durk D. Banks, Prince Dre
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Gleesh Place

(Wheezy outta here)

Home invas' (home invas'), robberies (robberies)
Homicides (homicides), first degrees (damn)
If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin'
(You better catch you somethin')
If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one
(You better get you one)

I make shit shake (shake), up in broad day (yeah, yeah)
No face, ain't no case (no case), learned that the hard way (damn, damn)
I'm posted in Parkway (uh-uh), f*ck what the narcs say (f*ck what they say)
Just hit a quick stain (huh, what?), now I'm runnin' through gang ways (run, run)
Jump the tall gate (jump), hit a hallway (uh, uh)
Ran to the fifth floor (run), now I'm at Gleesh place (now, now)
Came in out of breath (huh), should've seen Gleesh face (damn, damn)
Then I showed him the stain (look), it was like fifty K (damn)
Finna buy a car (yeah), Gleesh say "Get a straight" (vroom, vroom)
Finna buy some guns (yeah) Gleesh say "Get a crate" (boom, boom)
I'm finna throw some ones (what), Gleesh say "No, you ain't" (damn, damn)
Police kick down the door, then there go the jakes (Wheezy outta here)

Home invas' (home invas'), robberies (robberies)
Homicides (homicides), first degrees (damn)
If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin'
(You better catch you somethin')
If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one
Home invas' (home invas'), robberies (robberies)
Homicides (homicides), first degrees (damn)
If you ain't caught you none, you better catch you somethin'
(You better catch you somethin')
If you ain't got no gun, you better get you one
(You better get you one)
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett, Darrell Jackson, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






All These Niggas

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

All these niggas actin' like they with that shit
I ain't stuntin' these niggas (let's get it)
Lamb' truck sittin' so low had to crouch my back
F*ck around, had to sit on my pistol
How you gon' back door nigga you love for a little bit of clout?
That's a shame on niggas (shame on niggas)
How you gon' sit in my car
Tryna play Lil' Pump like we ain't too dangerous? (Get outta here)
Bro got trial, he lost faith
He looked up when they changed the verdict (let's get it)
Robbers goofy, stains pay me for a song
Don't clear the verse (don't clear the verse)
We don't go off names, I don't care who they is
We go off murders (we go off murders)
This your first time buying that ZaZa, I need 4K for the Sherbet (go)

He a pussy, I know niggas in his hood, that boy a ho (that boy a ho)
That pussy dookie, I be f*ckin' his main bitch
And he don't know (and he don't know)
We got .45 drums, every time they see me I'm on go (boom-boom)
Tooka in my lung, I say that every time, 'cause he got smoked (he got smoked)
F*ck how you feel, for real (yeah), my best friend, he got killed
We was in that field for real (yeah), blowin' niggas down, boy, come here (boom-boom)
Everything I say, I mean it, 6ix9ine he say he seen't it
They know King Von a demon, super cold that boy anemic (yeah)

Nigga, don't say it in my face
They say it when I turn my back
Lil' nigga, let's do it (let's do it)
Ain't gotta back door, ain't gotta snake you out
Lil' nigga, you know we into it
Nigga, you ain't good in your hood
You can't even go to your hood
Why you tryna blame your hood? (Blame your hood)
You don't wear chains in the hood (change your hood)
You don't even claim your hood
Yeah (gang, gang)
O'block, OTF, 300, bitch, just check the stats (let's get it)
Nigga said that he be throwin' shots, I bet he catch 'em back (let's get it)
I called folks'em late, I know they up, I know they in the trap (trap)
Got his lo', man his ass a goofy got his shit off Snap' (gang)

I been shootin' guns (boom), I got bodies from way back (boom-boom)
I spent a lot on bonds (bonds), once I beat my case I made it back
You know they like to run (run)
But you better not trip, boy, watch your step (run, run)
And I'm just havin' fun
And I got that aim shoot like I'm Steph (boom-boom)

Bet yo' bitch wanna meet me (she do), she seen me on the TV (uh-huh)
She in love with all these VV's (VV's), Icebox made my shit look 3D (damn)
Hell no, I ain't hear your CD (nah)
I'm right here in your city (uh-huh)
They like, "Von, you better tuck your chain" (why?)
Don't nobody wanna die, ain't nobody that silly (boom-boom)

I been shootin' guns (boom), I got bodies from way back (boom-boom)
I spent a lot on bonds (bonds), once I beat my case I made it back
You know they like to run (run)
But you better not trip, boy, watch your step (run, run)
And I'm just havin' fun
And I got that aim shoot like I'm Steph (boom-boom)
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Writer: Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett, Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Cant Relate

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
(Will-A-Fool)

No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Totin' guns, shootin' shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate (nah, nah)
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate (nah)
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

Back then, it was crack and I had a MAC-10
No lackin', pistol-packin', I got this black skin (huh? what?)
If he actin' then we reactin' and knockin' no Brims (why? boom, boom)
I got some action, I get my black mask and get my black Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They askin' questions, I'm actin' clueless, don't know what happened
They know it's King Von, shorty the smoothest, but he a savage (yeah)
Had too much baggage, that's why my last bitch, I had to trash her
Old bitch nigga, only flash heat up in a casket (yo ho ass)

No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Totin' guns, shootin' shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate (nah, nah)
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate (nah)
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

It's bussin', I see them comin', they up to somethin'
No runnin', I keep me somethin', I get to dumpin' (Von, boom, boom, boom)
Now if I slump him and then I slump him and then I slump him (yeah, what?)
Now my house haunted with all these demons, that shit come with (damn, damn, damn, damn)
They wet my homie, shot in the stomach, it hurt my stomach (what?)
No matter how long the beef it cookin', bitch, I still want it (huh?)
And all these diamonds, they drippin' on me, still, I feel lonely
James Johnson, Jerome Howard, and Odee Perry (gang)

No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Totin' guns, shootin' shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate (nah, nah)
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate (nah)
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate (nuh)
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Mad At You

(Banger, banger)
Damn
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Yeah, I'm mad at you, so mad at you
Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm mad at you forreal
Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm so so mad at you
Yeah, I'm mad at you
Von, uh

Yeah, I'm mad at you (I'm mad)
And I know I f*cked up, well damn look how you move (you do)
You in Cali with some niggas, bitch, you must be stupid (you must be stupid)
Tryna play me, you losin' (you losin')
Let a nigga play crazy, I'm shootin' (he what?)
Got a whole bunch of guns know how to use 'em (boom, boom)
Damn, I ain't even really tryna be stupid (uh-huh)
Damn, I ain't even really tryna go through this (uh-huh)
Damn, I ain't really tryna find me a new bitch (a what?)
Damn, I should've peeped them signs, I'm stupid (damn, damn)
I held you down you ruthless (ruthless)
Don't know how you can do it (how? How?)
You text him when we into it (what?)
Just look at how you movin' (damn, damn)

Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was textin', hell nah
You was f*ckin', hell nah (you was textin')
You was touchin' (you was touchin')
Hell nah, you was gettin' it (hell nah)
Hell nah, you was in her (nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was with her (hell nah)
Hell nah, I'll be damned, like (nah, nah)

I told you before (I did)
If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go)
You catch too many bodies (what?)
A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah)
I watered your seed, I want you to grow
Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe
Was lucky as hell, you f*ckin' a GOAT
I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow)

Can't believe you lied to me (I can't)
And I'm the nigga of yo dreams, it's gon' be hard to sleep (it's gon' be hard)
And a ho gon' be a ho, that shit don't bother me (that shit don't, nah)
But you all up in my crib, now bitch you tryin' me (now you tryin')
Bitch, why you lyin' to me? (Bitch why you lyin'?)

Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was textin', hell nah (what?)
You was f*ckin', hell nah (damn, damn)
You was touchin' (damn, damn)
Hell nah, you was gettin' it (nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was in her (damn, damn)
Hell nah, you was with her (uh)
Hell nah, I'll be damned, like

I told you before (I did)
If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go)
You catch too many bodies (what?)
A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah)
I watered your seed, I want you to grow
Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe
Was lucky as hell, you f*ckin' a GOAT (hell nah, nigga)
I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow)

We been in this shit for two years
Niggas know what's up with me (put some respect on my name)
Say I don't show you off, I can't even brag on your name comfortably (you for everybody)
You got these weak bitches really thinkin' they could even f*ck with me
But wanna shootout if a nigga touchin' me
While you creepin' out late, with yo B on the run
Tellin' me that you tryna get custody (what?)
I'm like hell nah, what you care about
You wanna air it out, then nigga say it all (on God)
F*ckin' a bitch with no rubber then sit back and wonder
Why I had to play it raw (you f*cked up)
You say you real but you ain't at all
How you break the code when you made it law? (What?)
My love don't come with a price, you could put me in ice
It won't stop me from skatin' off (I'm priceless)
And I came from the trenches
It's hard to show love but for you I was different (I was)
Been through this before
So go be with a hoe 'cause I know you was itchin'
The realest out all of yo niggas (still is)
And you heard me but ain't never listen (shh)
Don't be tweakin' to get some attention
You gon' get caught with them rappers and strippers, I'm tellin' you

Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was textin', hell nah (what?)
You was f*ckin', hell nah (damn, damn)
You was touchin' (damn, damn)
Hell nah, you was gettin' it (nah, nah)
Hell nah, you was in her (damn, damn)
Hell nah, you was with her (uh)
Hell nah, I'll be damned, like

I told you before (I did)
If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go)
You catch too many bodies (what?)
A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah)
I watered your seed, I want you to grow
Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe
Was lucky as hell, you f*ckin' a GOAT
I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow)

Hell nah, we was on that jail call
You was textin', hell nah
You was f*ckin', hell nah
You was touchin'
Hell nah, you was gettin' it
Hell nah, you was in her
Hell nah, you was with her
Hell nah, I'll be damned, like
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dayvon Bennett, Seandra Sledge
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Aint See It Coming

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

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I have)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (brr, brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I have)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (brr, brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (nah, nah, nah)

Who would've thought I'd be fightin' a body and beat it come home
Start rappin' and make it? (Who?)
Who would've thought I'd be droppin' it off by the loads
When I was just trappin' in basements? (Who?)
Never thought I'd be city to city (nah)
I'm livin' like a celebrity (I am)
I was countin' them balled up dollars (what?)
Now they see me, they pay me in equity (on gang)
I was on with a couple of hunnid (uh-huh)
Was the man with a couple of thousand (yeah)
Now I'm playin' with nothin' but hunnids (uh-huh)
Pair of pants cost a couple of thousands (yeah)
Lotta bitches tryna feel me (they is)
Couple niggas wanna kill me (who?)
Paparazzis tryna film me
Labels still tryna deal me (them M's)

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I have)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (brr, brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on, load the fire)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I have)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (brr, brr, brr, it cold)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh, yeah)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, go)

I woke up thumbin' through money (blue hunnids)
Laid up next to a bitch with an onion (oh)
Run that money up 'til I got bunions (yeah)
Swear to God, I didn't see none of this comin' (it crazy)
I just left the shower on some chill shit
They pull up like mechanics and drill shit (blrrt)
Double R, the big body, I'm real rich (real rich)
When they thought it was over, I'm still lit (lit)
From the south took a flight to the coast (coast)
We pour lean on the jet and then toast (pour up)
I won't ever put nothin' past a ho (can't go)
Talk too much, stick a dick in her throat (uh, uh)
This was way 'fore I got hot, never made it through school
All I knew was the block (all I care about)
Used to look down on me then
Tell them pussies look up, now I'm sittin' on the top (Big Bagg)

Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I have)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (brr, brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (I knew)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money (I have)
All this ice like it's snowin' or somethin' (brr, brr, brr)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (nah, nah, nah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dayvon Bennett, Demario Dewayne White Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






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