Got a drop on this flexin' *****, he from Tennessee I had a thot, she be with the shits She told me where he be I say for sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat She like "Von, you already know, Just put put your girl on fleek" I'm like "Cool, I can do that, Boo, what you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?" She get to smiling, she ain't used to this Cause she ain't used to shit I'm just laughing, Could of been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speeding, Could of been a driver the way I push the whip You a hoe, could of been a bitch the way you throw a fit But **** that, right back to the script Cause this a major lick He got bricks, Plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store I'm like cool, let him front his move, Do what he gon' do Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, Let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot But it still shoot like new We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, But that's just how go But check the score, if y'all lose 1 more, that's 6 to 24 Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now He double parked, he ain't getting out, He in that push to start That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, Colors like the fork He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, This bitch thick as **** Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, He cuppin' her butt Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, Like Snoop off the Wire The block on fire, So I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happened- I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin', cause there go the opps, Yellin' out "What's crackin?" I'm like, what? I'm like bitch, who? I was born to shoot I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, When it comes to chains So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh This no lie, bitch it's do or die You say you gon' slide? You got some nerve, yo' bitch on the curb Boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd I got a drop on a rappin' *****, I be from the 'Raq I'm like, cool, Better not front yo' move, or you become a pack You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, Foenem got yo' back But **** that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine Ain't no point in trying They not out, plus the police hot, Ain't no point in sliding They be talking from the internet, They don't be outside Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick We need tape, we need rope and foams, Don't forget the blicks He like, "Cool, how that bitch look?" I pull up some flicks He like, "Damn I think I know the bastard" He cool with his bitch We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, But we played a lot Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest Bitch, we lurking 63rd Bitch, we lurking 63rd
[00:11.78]Got a drop on this flexin' *****, he from Tennessee [00:14.76]I had a thot, she be with the shits [00:16.62]She told me where he be [00:17.73]I say for sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat [00:20.75]She like "Von, you already know, [00:22.71]Just put put your girl on fleek" [00:24.03]I'm like "Cool, I can do that, [00:25.51]Boo, what you want some shoes? [00:26.91]Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?" [00:30.01]She get to smiling, she ain't used to this [00:31.96]Cause she ain't used to shit [00:33.08]I'm just laughing, [00:33.90]Could of been a pimp the way I move my lips [00:36.21]I be speeding, [00:36.98]Could of been a driver the way I push the whip [00:39.26]You a hoe, could of been a bitch the way you throw a fit [00:42.09]But **** that, right back to the script [00:44.09]Cause this a major lick [00:45.29]He got bricks, [00:46.09]Plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist [00:48.39]Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone [00:50.29]Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go [00:52.29]But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store [00:54.47]I'm like cool, let him front his move, [00:56.37]Do what he gon' do [00:57.42]Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, [00:59.32]Let it cook like stew [01:00.57]I grab my Glock, it been through a lot [01:02.85]But it still shoot like new [01:03.73]We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, [01:05.50]But that's just how go [01:06.61]But check the score, if y'all lose 1 more, that's 6 to 24 [01:09.45]Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now [01:12.78]He double parked, he ain't getting out, [01:14.79]He in that push to start [01:15.93]That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, [01:17.75]Colors like the fork [01:18.91]He got a ring, [01:19.65]I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore [01:21.95]Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, [01:23.86]This bitch thick as **** [01:25.06]Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, [01:26.91]He cuppin' her butt [01:27.96]Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, [01:29.94]Like Snoop off the Wire [01:31.16]The block on fire, [01:32.01]So I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers [01:34.27]I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass [01:37.31]But this what happened- [01:38.17]I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' [01:40.24]I was lackin', cause there go the opps, [01:42.16]Yellin' out "What's crackin?" [01:43.51]I'm like, what? I'm like bitch, who? [01:45.41]I was born to shoot [01:46.41]I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, [01:48.33]When it comes to chains [01:49.45]So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh [01:52.60]This no lie, bitch it's do or die [01:54.44]You say you gon' slide? [01:55.68]You got some nerve, yo' bitch on the curb [01:57.58]Boy we put in work [01:58.62]From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd [02:01.73]I got a drop on a rappin' *****, I be from the 'Raq [02:04.82]I'm like, cool, [02:05.68]Better not front yo' move, or you become a pack [02:07.82]You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC [02:10.94]Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, [02:12.80]Foenem got yo' back [02:14.02]But **** that, say you smoking who? [02:15.80]Quickest way to die [02:17.00]Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine [02:19.18]Ain't no point in trying [02:20.18]They not out, plus the police hot, [02:21.94]Ain't no point in sliding [02:23.29]They be talking from the internet, [02:24.83]They don't be outside [02:26.26]Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick [02:29.29]We need tape, we need rope and foams, [02:31.15]Don't forget the blicks [02:32.31]He like, "Cool, how that bitch look?" [02:34.15]I pull up some flicks [02:35.35]He like, "Damn I think [02:36.55]I know the bastard" He cool with his bitch [02:38.50]We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, [02:40.52]But we played a lot [02:41.48]Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car [02:44.47]He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse [02:47.73]I'm 300, clips don't come like that, [02:49.53]3 drums to his chest [02:52.13]Bitch, we lurking 63rd [02:54.91]Bitch, we lurking 63rd [02:57.61]
