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[Intro: King Von, Youngin & DQFrmDaO]
(Know to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
Gotta watch what these people do (Watch)
Huh? And then I, huh?
I pull up and skrrt, skrrt
I'm shooting at 'em (Boom, boom)
You run and you (Run, run)
You fall and you (Boom, boom)
I'm calling 'em (Uh, uh)
We sliding (Slide, slide, slide)
Von
Youngin
DQ
[Verse 1: King Von]
In the streets we play for keeps (We play for keeps)
This chess not checkers, lil' nigga, don't play with me (Nah, nah)
Around here you gotta pay a fee (Gotta pay a fee)
Soon somebody die around here, they be blaming me (Who? Who?)
See, you won't get the chance to breathe (Huh?)
I hurt you, make you stay inside a curfew (Uh-huh)
I keep two straps like I'm Urkel (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Play with Grandson and they gon' hurt you (Boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: King Von]
Shoot at the chest (Boom)
Don't miss, we want 'em stretched (Uh-huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Grrah, grrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (Boom, boom)
If we say it's war then it's that (Then it's that)
[Verse 2: Youngin]
Man, I don't know why these niggas been hatin' for (For)
It ain't gon' stop my dough (Nah)
It ain't gon' gon' stop my flow (It ain't)
Nigga, I still fuck your ho (Your ho)
I'm Youngin from the O (The O)
And no way I can't go (I can't)
I keep my pockets swole (I do)
And I never been ho (Nah)
[Verse 3: DQFrmDaO]
Bring shooters that shoot shit (Boom, boom)
DQ, bitch, I really do this (Uh-huh)
Creep up on your block, get your crew hit (Bah)
Bitch, stop callin' my phone, I'm like, "Who this?"
On the block servin' eight bottles with the pool stick (Duh)
Knock off his top, he said that I'm ruthless (Boom)
All the opps be mad, they losin' (Die Y)
We shoot shit, bitch, we do this (Boom, boom)
[Verse 4: King Von]
Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch (Uh-huh)
Thirty thousand for the dentist get my tooth fixed (Bling, bloaw)
Niggas got plan, they ain't even wanna do this (Uh-huh)
But I do this, I pull up and shoot shit (Uh-huh)
We hit up your car (Yeah), tires flat (Grrah)
Your ass ain't gettin' far (Grrah, grrah)
Flexin', you get robbed (Blah)
Make your wish, you ever seen a shootin' star? (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
But nah, you haven't (Nah)
You ain't ever met your daddy (You haven't)
You ain't even got no credit, Lil' Boosie and Webbie, King Von he a savage (He a savage)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Uh-huh)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (Uh-huh)
Fuck my opps, nigga, excuse my grammar (Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom)
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas
Duck your antennas (Duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa (Uh-huh)
Fuck, I shoot like Tony Montana (Grrah, grrah)
No, they can't stand us, real niggas stand up (Stand up)
I got my bands up (Bands up), still make you put your hands up (Grrah, grrah)
All this shit they ain't sayin' nothin' (What?)
Don't...
[Chorus: King Von]
Don't miss, we want 'em stretched (Uh-huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Grrah, grrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (Boom, boom)
If we say it's war then it's that (Then it's that)
