(
Known
to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe,
baow
)
I’ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said I’ma let it
Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von)
Got a drop on this flexin’ nigga, he from Tennessee (From where?)
I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be (Where he at?)
I said for sure, 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?” (Huh?)
“Jimmy Choo? With a handbag, too? Red or baby blue?”
She get to smilin’, she ain’t used to this ’cause she ain’t used to shit (Nah)
I’m just laughin’, coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin’, coulda been a driver the way I push the whip (Vroom, vroom)
You a ho, 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 it’s like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the WIIIC
But he ain’t go, buddy ain’t that slow, say meet him at the store (That’s cool)
I’m like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon’ do (I got him)
’Cause this the plot, put him 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 zoning out, he pullin’ up now
He double parked, he ain’t getting out, he in that push to start (There he go right there)
That new Porsche, it’s built like a horse, colors like the Fourth
He got a ring, I guess he ain’t divorced, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin’ her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck (Fat ass)
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin’ 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 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 lacking ’cause there go the opps (Fuck is that?), 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 Johnny 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 say you gon’ slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb (Boom)
Boy, we put in work from 64th and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Bitch, we not from 63rd
Stretch Gang, put in work
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