Known to let that MAC fly
just like my n a Doe
I'ma let this MAC fly
with this one, hold on
I said, I'ma let that
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this fle ing
nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot she be with the
shits, she told me where he be
I said for sure, baby let
me know if you wanna eat
She like Von you already know,
just 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 gets to smilin' she ain't used to
this, 'cause she ain't use to s t
I'm just laughing could've been
a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding could've been a
driver the way I push the whip
You a hoe, coulda been a
bitch, the way you throw a fit
But f k 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 its like 6, told her hit
his phone, meet her in the Wic
But he ain't go, but he ain't that
slow, say meet 'em at the store
I'm like cool, let 'em front
his move, do what he gon' do
'Cause this the plot, put 'em in
the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been thru a
lot, but it still shoot like new
We at the top, yeah we lost a
lot, but that just how it go
But check the score, if y'all lose
one more, that's si to twenty four
Let me focus, can't be zoning
out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't getting
out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche its built like
a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't
divorce, wife probably a w e
Now she walk up, she struttin' her
stuff, this b h thick as f k
Got in the truck, kissed him on
his lip, he cuffin' 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 Myer
I'm on his ass, he finna be
mad, he gon' beat her ass
But this what happen, I got to
the door, I thought I was cappin'
I was lacking 'cause there go the
opps, yellin' out what's crackin'
I'm like what? I'm like n a
who? I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Jonny
Dang, when it comes to chains
So I rise, hit one in his arm,
hit one in his thigh, this no lie
Bitches do or die, you
said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your s t
on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from
65th, we not from 63rd
I got a drop on a rappin'
nigga, 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 Mak, gone for a double
homi', foenem got yo back
But f k 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 si , call DaDa
out, tell him 'bout a lick
We need tape, we need rope and
phones, don't forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that n a
look?" I pull up some flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the
nigga" He cool with his b h
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, three drums to his chest
Boom, boom, boom (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch, we lurking 63rd (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch, we lurking 63rd (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
That's gang, put in work (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Oh, yeah, I'm finna
make a banger with this
Huh, what?
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Von
Now here it go, I just made it home
Missed calls on my phone
See, I been gone
Was tryna hit a lick but
that's s t just went wrong
I got a thot, she right off the block
Her crib be the spot and we got Glocks
Tucked all in the shit,
don't come in less you knock
But this b h grimey
Told her 'bout this n a
Help me set 'em up and she was wit it
She just want some shoes
And she ain't give no f k
So we do that, I was at his neck
Creepin' from the back
But saw the opps and
had to let 'em have it
How f ked up is that?
But where that bitch?
She ain't called me yet
We did that at si and who got hit?
I know someone, check 'cause
King Von, he don't miss
Now two weeks pass
I'm back on my grind
I can't waste no time,
the opps been quiet
They be whoopin' tho
But them niggas not
slidin' and I been high
I can't even lie that
thot been on my mind
Why she ain't called?
I ain't seen her ass, I
hope that she alright
Now it's midnight I'm
hitting some blocks
Just me and my Glock, came to a stop
I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop
My phone keep ringing
Just a hoe of course,
this b h probably bored
I press ignore
I ain't got no time
A w e gon' be a w e
Now I get that feeling
Something ain't right
I look to my right
And I'm like, damn
There go that fle in' n a
He wavin' his pipe
He get to dumpin'
Bullets get to comin'
My heart get to thumbin'
I feel something, my left shoulder hot
Blood just get to gushing
I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a b h
And he with that b h
I got a glimpse, she got them big lips
That's made for suckin' d k
Now it make sense
That hoe set me up
That lil' dirty slut, the double cross
Tryna get me caught
Like I'm Randy Moss
Ah shit, I just dropped my gun
Plus I got one arm, I'm tryna drive
I can't shoot back now
This man on my ass, I almost crashed
But I got the wheel,
he tryna kill for real
But there go twelve
He bust a quick right
And I just bust a left
Ah, s t
What the f k, gang, you good?
Damn, my shoulder
You know this b h be
f kin' with me, gang
Damn, man, finish tellin' me
about that s t that was crackin'
Off last week with them niggas and s t
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look
Now this what happened
A week later my arm in a sling
I been sippin' lean, pure codeine
I don't feel a thing
My hoe say I'm mean
I need a blunt, stuff
that b h wit Runtz
Boy, I'm on a hunt,
and ain't no breakfast
But I'm a bo er nigga,
like some Capt'n Crunch
I got a tip that thot b h be on 75th
Right off Cottage
With her best friend,
gettin' her hair did
I'm like cool, finna make my move
Post up, what I do
This b h a fool for tryna play me out
Like that s t was cool
Now it's like two
Catch her walking out
Her new hairstyle blue and she look cute
But that mean ain't s t to me
I crept up then I boomed
And that was that
Now I'm running back
I stop in my tracks,
there go that Porsche
How crazy is that boy, I'm on his ass
The first blast, it shatter his glass
Damn, this n a fast, he hit the gas
I'm still shooting at
him but I'm too far back
Damn I'm hype, let me tuck this pipe
Get up out of sight 'cause I see lights
And them bitches bright
Can't go to jail for
life, so I take flight
Made it to the hood,
everything went good
Knock on wood, flame me up a 'Wood
Tooka smellin' good, looked at my phone
Got a te t from Herb, he
say, "Whats's the word?"
I say, shit, I'm just coolin'
bitch, I'm not from 63rd
Bitch, we're not from 63rd
Stretch Gang put in work
