Production Credits : Lil Baby | Gunna | Juice WRLD | NBA YoungBoy | Birdman | G Herbo | Lil Tecca | Polo G | King Von | Rylo Rodriguez | Kevin Gates & many more
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 shit 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 bitch grimey Told her 'bout this nigga Help me set 'em up and she was wit it She just want some shoes And she ain't give no fuck 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 fucked up is that? But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet We did that at six 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'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) 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 shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck 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 six, 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 (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) 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 six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 happen, 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, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) 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 shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck 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 six, 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 (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) 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 six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 happen, 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, "Nigga, 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 Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Quer ter o molho? Aaah quero que se foda o quanto que essa vida dói Sem estrutura, sem porra nenhuma como que constrói Minhas barras serão meu império, não nasci playboy Cena do rap é playboy babando ovo de boy (Salve pro rush) Cê que ter o molho, mas isso é mais vivência que drip Pega seu sangue, suor e suas lágrimas, junte isso aí Pegue 9 ônibus por dia desde sua periferia Eu era boy, cês não dizia, não fazem metade disso ai Seja homem da casa, se não for você quem irá assumir Seja homem pra essa gata, na cama trate igual uma bitch Fora dela igual uma dama mas se priorize Não dê corda pra nenhuma piranha não pesque isso ai Minha caneta atira mais que a Glock de quem é envolvido Cê quer treta, mexe com a família ou com meus amigos Minha letra vai me levar pro topo e quem tiver comigo Cê quer ter o molho mas isso é mais vivência que estilo Cê quer ter o molho mas isso é mais vivência que drip Cria em crise tira o $, pra virar somente crie Faço grana aqui com o rap no recanto sem ta no crime Um cria do setor 7, sem morrer antes dos 20 Garota sabe o que o Messi Fez no futebol Estarei é fazendo no rap Essa porra não é lol Que seu ex era viciado esquece Nem via a cara do sol Essa porra é o business é o rap Troco de mulher igual troco de flow, flow, flow(virada de jerk) Essa bitch ass vem se jogando pagando um blow Esses pussy ass vão querer é copiar meu flow Vivencias de rap, com grana do drill bolso lotou Meus manos do ST7, nenhum no crime, o sistema quebrou
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) 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 shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck 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 six, 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 (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) 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 six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 happen, 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, "Nigga, 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 Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Take a min let my mind get it stright victim i aint simpin looked it i ant thinking whata do you crazy to we both in the truth crazy story’s everynight taken it light pussy for no fight she done me wrong choped im gone fuk ima storm
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) 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 shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck 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 six, 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 (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) 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 six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 happen, 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, "Nigga, 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 Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
I don’t rap I don’t be clapping ngas i be trapping ngas ain’t got a gun so when I spin you know I be over lapping ngas don’t pull the trigger you lil dirty nga my knife got sum glitter you hoe you a dirty slut you don’t wash your butt I’m boutta nut hit you in yo gut this shi gettin real that Nika lackin know that he be cappin now let’s start subtracting 4-4 = dirty wore now let’s do some more 8+8 that shi rhymes with rape who does that b the great i am straight just know that im not gay I pray everyday fuck wit me than you might catch a stray it’s still free Kay Kay know we don’t play you not smokin lay I spin through the rey fuck lil Mike his cousin a dyke hit him in his eye he wanna diss he a little bitch he ain’t got no rizz he smell like shit know I’m throwing 6 stop talkin on Kris Adri a bitch imma diss everyone till I get what I want. fuck on your aunt this a little taunt. Not finished till I’m done it is red rum for all of the opps fuck all of the cops👮 like fuck snitchin now my finger itching he diss in for attention this all makes sense he live in a tent struggling to pay rent this the end of my lil rap yall know I don’t cap and I don’t rap this shi took forever im finna take a nap.
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) 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 shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck 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 six, 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 (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) 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 six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 happen, 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, "Nigga, 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 Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
