[King Von] Who made this beat? Toodope Ayy, Mal, what it do?
[Yung Mal & King Von] I close my eyes at night, see theâ devil Weâ like the Purgeâ on them niggas, can´t let up Weâ take that gang shit to a new level I bet that chopper gon´ chop, propellor These niggas run to the cop, they tell ´em Huh, I guess they don´t know no better Where I come from, we don´t talk to a feather Solid, never gon´ leave my brothers What? I go crazy, huh Bitch tryna have my baby, uh-uh New P-80, uh Bitch sound like an M-80, uh, uh See, I´m a player, uh But bitch ain´t doin´ no playin´, uh And he was lackin´ We hopped out and we just sprayed him, uh, uh
[Yung Mal] Pull up a hundred deep just like the Navy Nigga, you pussy, don´t try to write an affadavit Von gon´ shoot at your head, not your navel When it comes down to that smoke, we vape it I put that baby to sleep like a cradle I had to stay down, my mama wasn´t stable T-Mobile, I called a hit off the Razr Backwood fat as a bitch or potato I get ´em smashed fast, mashed potato That ´Vette so fast, hit the gas, I´m shakin´ Stop gettin´ booked and we go back to takin´ Ain´t nothin´ nice in my hood, if you pussy, can´t make it Stick to the code, we never gon´ break it Nigga had a sack, went broke, started hatin´ Still trap out that bitch and it´s vacant
Stay with that 7.62, American native Run with that pack and go straight to Decatur New Glock silver and black like a Raider These niggas pussy, wear makeup No birthday, bitch, I got that cake up Run up that cash, we fuck these hoes later I ain´t been in no gym and my weight up I done got rich, whole gang on the news
[Yung Mal & King Von] I close my eyes at night, see the devil We like the Purge on them niggas, can´t let up We take that gang shit to a new level I bet that chopper gon´ chop, propellor These niggas run to the cop, they tell ´em Huh, I guess they don´t know no better Where I come from, we don´t talk to a feather Solid, never gon´ leave my brothers
What? I go crazy, huh Bitch tryna have my baby, uh-uh New P-80, uh Bitch sound like an M-80, uh, uh See, I´m a player, uh But bitch ain´t doin´ no playin´, uh And he was lackin´ We hopped out and we just sprayed him, uh, uh
[King Von] I got a callin´, huh I done got used to ballin´, huh Why is you stallin´? Uh Too rich, bitch, I can´t raw it, uh Oh, you done lost it, uh This bitch must be from Ho-ston, huh And I´m exhausted 12 chased me, almost caught me (They almost caught me, nigga)
I got the gun with the beams, ooh I left him dead on the scene, ooh I would shoot niggas for free Now my niggas shooting for me, uh They testing my drop when I pee I´m checking my Glock when I sleep Versace my shoes, they sneaks, uh Calvin my drawers, they clean, uh Blood on his shirt, it´s pink, uh Tooka in the air, it stink, uh I´m on tour with Meek, uh I can´t do shit for free
[Yung Mal & King Von] I close my eyes at night, see the devil We like the Purge on them niggas, can´t let up We take that gang shit to a new level I bet that chopper gon´ chop, propellor
These niggas run to the cop, they tell ´em Huh, I guess they don´t know no better Where I come from, we don´t talk to a feather Solid, never gon´ leave my brothers What? I go crazy, huh Bitch tryna have my baby, uh-uh New P-80, uh Bitch sound like an M-80, uh, uh See, I´m a player, uh But bitch ain´t doin´ no playin´, uh And he was lackin´ We hopped out and we just sprayed him, uh
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