All These Niggas By King Von Ft Lil Durk
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Yeah
All these niggas actin’ like they with that ***, I ain’t stuntin’ these niggas
Rental truck sittin’ so low had to crouch my back, *** around, had to sit on my pimp
How you gon’ back do a *** you love for a little bit of clout?
That’s a shame on niggas
How you gon’ sit in my car, tryna play Lil Pump like we ain’t too dangerous?
Bro got trial, he lost faith, he looked up when they changed the verdict
Robbers goofy, stains pay me for a song, don’t clear the verse
We don’t go off names, I don’t care who they is, we go off murders
*** [?] buying that zaza, I need 4K for the sherbet
He a ***, I know niggas in his hood, that boy a ho
That *** dookie, I be ***’ his main ***, and he don’t know
We got .45 drums, everytime they see me I’m on go
Twista in my lung, I say that everytime, ’cause he got smoked
*** how you feel for real, my best friend he got killed
We was in that field for real, blowin’ niggas down, boy, come here
Everything I say, I mean it, 6ix9ine he say he seen’t it
They know King Von a demon, because that boy he [?]
***, don’t stand in my face
They say when I turn my back
Lil’ ***, let’s do it (Let’s go)
Ain’t gotta back though, ain’t gotta snake you out
Lil’ ***, you know we into it
*** you ain’t good in your hood
You can’t even go to your hood
Why you tryna blame your hood?
You don’t wear chains in the hood
You don’t even claim your hood
Yeah
O ‘Block, OTF, 300, ***, just check the stats
*** said that he be throwin’ shots, I bet he catch ’em back
I called folks’em late, I know they up, I know they in the trap, trap
Man, his ass is goofy, got his *** off Snap’
I been shootin’ guns, I got bodies from way back
I spent a lot on bonds, once I beat my case I get it back
You know they like to run, but you better not trip, boy, watch your step
And I’m just havin’ fun, and I got that angel like I’m stuck
Bet yo’ *** wanna meet me, she seen me on the TV
She in love with all these VV’s, Icebox made my *** look 3D
Hell no I ain’t hear your CD, I’m right here in your city (Uh, huh)
They like “Von, you better tuck your chain”
Don’t nobody wanna die, ain’t nobody that silly
I been shootin’ guns, I got bodies from way back
I spent a lot on bonds, once I beat my case I get it back
You know they like to run, but you better not trip, boy, watch your step
And I’m just havin’ fun, and I got that angel like I’m stuck