Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ChopSquad DJ
ChopSquad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

DJ on the beat so it's a banger Von Now it's three in the morning (uh-huh) I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this lick I know what y'all thinkin', I'm bogus I'm supposed to be home with a bitch Nah, see, I pay the rent, yeah, and I got a kid, damn Plus, his pockets thick, the shit I'ma take, he won't even miss Now this shit a risk 'cause I asked about him and he play with sticks But it is what it is, if that nigga rich then I'm bustin' his shit Yeah, see, he better not flinch, nah, 'cause my finger itch But here come his whip, but he ain't alone, he came with a bitch See I ain't changin' no plans, it is what it is, I am what I am (I am what I am) And if his bitch got some sense When I up this Blick, his hoe better get down From the look this hoe Burberry'd down (Burberry'd down) From the look this bitch bag say Chanel (her bag say Chanel) From back here she a ten on the scale (ten on the scale) I think I might just take her as well (gang, gang) Let me stop being silly They goin' in the building, I'm goin' in with 'em (I'm goin' in with 'em) God please let him do what I say If he don't, he gon' be comin' to get me (he gon' be comin' to get me) See, I'm high and a little bit of tipsy But I'm focused, I'm thirsty, it's in me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Caught him lackin', put the Glock to his kidney (what?) He start shakin' and squirmin' and fidgetin' Told the bitch, "Don't look my way If she do, her whole face gon' be missin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) And she stay with her face to the wall So I guess that she got the picture (I hope that she got the picture) I want the money, it could be so simple And your jewelry shit look official If he play, gun blow like a whistle Pat him down, look, what? I found his pistol Looked to the right 'cause I heard a giggle Turned around and this bitch my sister "Ay, Kayla, why you dressed like a hooker? And all the niggas that you fuck with be pussy?" Damn, look, man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for ruining' y'all party But I'm keepin' the money and jewelry Just walk it off, you would thank me tomorrow Man, these niggas be bitches, straight hoe, flat out, he sissy Play with King Von, he trippin' Found out where he stay next week, he missin' A nigga diss me, he won't do it again I rob a nigga and do it again I come through your block and kill two of your friends It's do or die, is you gon' ride? (Gang) DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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