King Von - Crazy Story (Official Instrumental) Real Beat Used in Song Prod. Macfly Beatz
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@buck from75 glooks ima sub to u
@@3ShotJosh what's your email
I realize it is kind of randomly asking but does anybody know of a good website to watch newly released series online ?
@Alberto Daniel i would suggest FlixZone. Just search on google for it =)
That mysterious anthem go hard on this
This beat go in fr
damn man ... fly high von 😔.
I've written like 10 songs to this lmao
That’s cuz it go too hard
I have like 3 bruh
Post em
Yoo im writing right now. this shit too hard
I made a crazy Christmas Story if you wanna check it out lol
Funny thing that I'm doing the same thing right now and I Tooka break and came and look at the comments lol 😂 instead of I took a break I put I TOOKA break lol ifykyk
We need a mashup with Took Her to the O so bad lmao
i love your pfp man
I believe I can do that
@@mashupmusic4459 let me know when you post that
@@ebby5129 I gotcha 😉
I need some time before I do it because I’m playing around mixing other songs before I head into this Von mashup.
@@mashupmusic4459 u done?💀
masterpiece
the beat gas🔥
I might rip this beat apart
@@3ShotJosh that's gone be lit 💯🔥
The beat so fly like the song.
So we all in here for a crazy story remix ? 😂
this instrumental go STUPID
Vonn🔥
🔥🔥
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said, I'ma let it
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Sang that entire shit
gs
idk if its me but this beat sounds so similar too the stranger things intro
i cant believe he gone man so fucking young FTW
RIP von man shits crazy
Dookie
Franchement le morceau il m'a éteint pour tout le reste de l'année je suis choquer une tuerie duo de fous
0:07
mans got me dissing people from 63rd and from georigia
Ohhhhhhhhh my god
Got a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be
I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like Von, You already know, just put your girl on fleek
I'm like, "Cool, I can do that, boo, what, you want some shoes?
Jimmy Choo? With a handbag, too? Red or baby blue?
She get to smiling she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding, coulda been a driver the way I push the whip
You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit
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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in The Wic
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'im at the store
I'm like cool, let 'im front his move, do what he gon' do
'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new
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 6-24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now
He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fourth
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she strutting her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffing her butt
Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire
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 capping
I was lacking, 'cause there go the opps, yelling out: what's cracking?
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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Bitch we not from 63rd
This the game, put in work
Stretch gang put in work*
where you from, eff yo whole crew
I just screwed the bish that just screwed you
Outta all your cash, nothin you can do
And I stick around like an effin' tattoo
Your flow washed up you the washed up crew
Guns in the jeep as we pullin up to you
We about to do a sweep as we yellin' out Su Wu
And yo future looks bleak cuz we bangin' without truce
Suicide attack someone go and get the noose
As I hear the beat drop I'm about to go loose
Smoke blow out the window, call it summer haze
Starin' down the barrel bet that you seen better days
Tell me what more can I say, I can kill it all day
Speed dialed the coroner, got some bodies for ya
Blood on the carpet, death in the beat
And I keep it G always like I'm straight up off the street
Hustle like I need it, flow is ice cold
And I'd tell you that I killed it
But we already know
And I mean it when I say that's the way the story goes
Leave the King in the castle ... Deheaded flows
R.I.P V.roy #OTF
Damn 2019 it felt like this was released in 2020😂
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Rip Von
😮
King von 64
Lyrics
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said, I'ma let it
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Bro im tryna find the beat for this a story cuz that beat goes hard
I've been beat up, beat down
I stand up, my feet down
I don't need ground
I'm handcuffed to thee clouds, my weed's loud
My enemies are finna be scared of how the beat sounds
When I lay my vocals feeling hopeful, pretend to be so I seem proud
My team's proud, I built a rep
Yet somehow I'm real upset
When I come down I'm feeling blessed
Yet run down and still a mess
But I kill beats with no cheats, so I don't need no Belichick
The pills I get, I'm chilling yet the same shit could kill me next
Your bars worn, you wear 'em out
Like a car horn when I air it out
I'm hardcore with my artform
You start war, and I'll tear it down
I'm Pennywise, a scary clown
My pen'll rise, it's Derry-bound
I write venom, prepared to wow
It's a given that I won't share the crown
These wack fucks, your track sucks
You act up, my snare'll pound
I pack bars, so act hard and prepare to be buried now
rip
This nigga got the world not wanna have anything to do with a 6 or 3,🤣😂🎯 #RIPKINGVON
Other instrumental made by someone else got 3.4 million views. And this the original and it don't got that many views lol
the other one wasnt even good too
Von
0:10
Didnt chop squad do this or he remixed 3
Got the call, he say oppas plottin
Grap the 44
I say cool
Put on oj gloves and bust the fucking door
Bend the block
Got hit in the top now I’m on the floor
Took my watch they was 20 deep
And now they minus 10 he
What instrument is used?
i wanna use it
Feel The Vibe "Crazy Story Remix"
I was born, into rapping, but I dont have a gold chain
I make it rain, but it's not my goal to make shit that is lame
I ain't a disser but I'm tupac when I fuck your click to claim
If you dont feel the vibe then may you please walk away
This cool flow, just like crazy story, I'm still finding dory
just a teen, rapping in my free time, its days of glory
I'm like dom, when he hits in the sky the pitchers sorry
But it's fine, hit it on a line, the most swag guy alive
I'm that guy, wanna get you jumping, I'm like gas I'm pumping
Unlike most, modern day rappers I'm actually saying something
I know nothing that your saying but I know your saying dumb things
Even if I get repetitive I guess I never miss
Thank you miss, for my education, now I'm on vacation
I'm not satan, but I'm always baking, just like insta pages
I'm not crazy and I never will be it's just not my type
that's no lie but at the same time it'll also ruin the vibe
They wont cry, I'm not shy when it comes down to catching lies
Do or die, it comes to that when I try to make a vibe
You know rap, would never be the same but know I got the key
To try and squeeze, all these rhymes out like the d o double g
If you think I stole a beat then look in the description
I gave credit and I always meant it when i said we're misfits
To the real, rappers and I'm not the greatest one alive
But I'll tell you one, thing I'm pretty good at making vibes
Just as you thought I'd be done, I got one more verse for you
What works for you, is whatever works for me, don't you see
I am pleased, for your support, i appreciate you guys
Unlike charli when she gets her clout but cries on insta live
Try to rhyme, and sometimes I'm not perfect, but I'm still swerving
Like 6ix9ine, and a boogie wit da hoodie, I preserving
All my songs, if they perish, but I know they'll never die
See you guys, it'll be a while, so enjoy this vibe
Man delete this lol
This shit wack
man its a good start yall stop hating
It's good you jus gotta know how to rap
There's too many words, if I say them all then it's off beat but if you cut certain words outs it's hard asf
Bro this is actually good😂
I was letting lose just a youngin I was walking on my 2s
They send a threat we done blow shots thru his roof
Loose a tooth I was blessing up the booth
Always trapping what’s the price making sure my money right
Hit the boost put hands up officer I refuse
Make a move equipping these exstendos blow em off the stoop
I had dreams I got visions I see me in a Bentley coop
Cop the juice hop up in the ride what’s the next move
My homie said I’m bored what’s good with you Whatchu tryna do
I said I just need some pack I wanna hit the lick But we ain’t have the strap
I said fuck it bro let me know the spot
If he pull up acting funny ima knock em off top
He said meet me at the tp be careful he might just call in opp
So we hit em up he said what’s good meet on the street
I’d like a zip might take me a min I’m walking on my feet
Not to remind you I had this mentality when I was 15
Having dreams doing armed robberies l
But that was not the case
He tried to over charge us an shit
So we printed 100 dollar bill counter fits
So his lick he tried to pull we could counter it
We waited late night and he hit up my celly
If he finds out what we doing I’d put a knife thru his belly
So we walked up to the spot get in my stance and I’m ready
He gave us the bag he took the cash he went home
Saw it was fake started blowing up my phone my homie started shake
I hit up big bro that’s a chance Ima take
Jimmy rode a bike came thru we went to exit
But this a crazy story so what happen is the most un exspected
This guy came up outta no where a rifle a weapon
There was no choice but to run we had no protection
He tried to send us to heaven this gun was blasting
I’m running fast zig zagging like you can’t imagine
I gotta go home to my family how could I let this happen
Buddy had bad aim so the bullets steady passing
My life done flashed upon my eyes before I can grasp it
I’m running I’m breathing I’m gasping my knees are collapsing
Like why the fuck an I Wildin when I should be at home relaxing
Can I use these lyrics in a song?
I’m finna steal dis 😂
@@smytwin23 don’t do him liddat mannee🤣🤣
i'm a lyrical miracle spiritual individual
I made the remix with it I said it’s goo
how i download im tryna hop on dis
I can use and post it on youtube?🔥🔥 without been pursuing
you can make a song with it
808 please
What is the 808 in this
I’ll do a crazy story with this beat 💯💯
did u
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Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be
I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like, "Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek"
I’m like, "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?"
"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
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
You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit
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 Wic
But he ain't go, but he ain’t that slow, say meet 'em at the store
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon’ do
'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new
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 6-24
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
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
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
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, 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
Free to use?
yea
0:09 0:46
Is this copyright or can u use this
use it
Brodie hit me on the phone
Told me a nigga acting real bold
Put the whip in go , put the petal through the floor
Ain’t no nigga gonna take me
Only god can make me gone
Pistol on my hip to make sure I make it home
Ain’t no net beefing
I catch his ass when he alone
He acting real gangsta
He think he hard through a phone
Put his noodles in his lap
Bet his ass ain’t yappin no more
Ain’t heard about him in a minute
Somebody come check on lil bro
Give his boys a shirt , to remember What we smoking on
holy fuck thats hard
I know the full sonngg by lyrics
free?
It’s not his use it
I wrote a dis to qundo rondo
If i use it would i get copyrighted
nah
Gonna make dat macfly just like my nigha Doe!!! Free my nigha Macfly, he murda dis beat.
Naw
How do I get this beat??
This Free?
ye
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Name of beat
Rontrell Kelly bro 😂
LMAOOO
......
😑
😭😭☠️☠️☠️
I spin the block
Buck into an opp
Pop his brains off
Now he can't walk
Shoot every shot
He keepin me on hault
I'm like "damn"
Nigga thinks I'm playin
Bitch we ain't in a game
The one's who hatin
Made sure they're drained
They're fathers gottem strayed
5 minutes on
They try runnin off
We had em on the go
Swear to god
They had lost all hope
And they couldn't move along
Aint writin bars, yall might steal it
gasoutjay/gasout
im just chillin sitting up in the house intro coming out making songs hitting licks i just had to pop my glick here come nia pulin up wit glovky she shooting at my whip and here come leon coming from behind her and im like wsp so i pop that dude wit my big ole draco
and im like i aint giving up so he get up growning and stuff and im like dude wsp so i step back throw my glock down he get to throwing punches so i dodge it and he getting
0:46
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said, I'ma let it
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
0:09
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be
I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
She like, "Von, you already know, just put your girl on fleek"
I'm like, "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes?"
"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
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
You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit
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 Wic
But he ain’t go, but he ain't that slow, say meet ’em at the store
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do
’Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new
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 6-24
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
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
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
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, 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
Romeo Santos 'Sus Huellas' (Live Performance) | Open Mic
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said, I'ma let it
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on
I said, I'ma let it
Aight come on, aight
(Von, Von)
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?)
I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?)
I said, "Fo' sho', 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?
She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit
I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom)
You a hoe, 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 its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic'
But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool)
I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em)
'Cause this the plot, put 'em 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 zonin' out, he pullin' up now
He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there)
That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo
He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
Now I sneak up crouchin' 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 lackin' 'cause there go the opps, 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 Jonny 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 said you gon' slide
You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd