[King Von]
Got a drop on this flexin´ nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be

I say for sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat
She like "Von, you already know, just put 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, could of been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding, could of been a driver the way I push the whip
You a hoe, could of 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 6, told her hit his phone
Meet her in the Wic, but he ain´t go
But he ain´t that slow, said meet him at the store
I´m like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon´ do
Cause this the plot, put him in a 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´s just how go
But check the score, if y´all lose 1 more, that´s 6 to 24
Let me focus, can´t be zoning out, he pulling 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 fork
He got a ring, I guess he in 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 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 happened-
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 Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains
So I ride, 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, yo´ shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

[Lil Durk]
I got a drop on a rappin´ nigga, I be from the ´Raq
I´m like, cool, better not front yo´ move, or you become a pack

You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC
Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo´ back
But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die
Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine
Ain´t no point in trying
They not out, plus the police hot, ain´t no point in sliding
They be talking from the internet, they don´t be outside
Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him ´bout a lick
We need tape, we need rope and foams, don´t forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch

We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot
Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car
He in a Cat, bet, I´ma pay you half, just finesse
I´m 300, clips don´t come like that, 3 drums to his chest
Bitch, we lurking 63rd
Bitch, we lurking 63rd