Lyrics
{intro}
Whaaa?! von! von!
{verse}
I had bro but he broke the code, yea that ni**a told
I bought him clothes cuz he like to fold you how that go
When i catch him send shots to his dome, turn him to a ghost
And now he smoke, it happened so fast all he heard was boom!
This what happened i got me a glock he thought i was pussy
On yo block and yo girl was there i seen she was looking
Started talking like “girl what you want fendi, prada, or gucci”
She like “yea” you know von a player superstar no rookie
But she told me where he staying at apartment places streets
So i pulled up looking through a window, he beating his meat
I’m like “cool wet him like a jet since he like to skeet”
And he got money imma take his life then i’ll take his green
So i back up and i grabbed a brick and merced it at his crib
And he get up, but he slow as fu*k because he ain’t grabbed his blick he look confused he opened up the door but don’t know who it is
I upped my blick send shots to his ribs, you know von don’t miss
And but wait i just seen a b*tch she screaming through the crib
And she bad i couldn’t see her face but she look thiccc as sh*t
I’m like damn she watched him take the bullets like that sh*t was his i’m like “fu*k i gotta kill this b*tch before she try to snitch”
So i go in crouching like a tiger i ain’t go up for nothing she look cute and her ass was fat but i don’t count pussy, grab my gun i was finna shoot but i kept feeling something i’m like “buss it” but she turned around and that b*tch was my cousin, so we laughing she like “where you been? i was scared at first” i’m like “chilling smoking hookah got me high as hell like birds aye but sorry that i killed yo man that ni**a there a nerd” she like “nah you should’ve did him worse cuz he from 63rd”
{outro}:
We not from 63rd stretch game put in work i told god i don’t play with opps he gone come and get em the opps don’t be wearing jeans i got more bullets denim