[Intro]
Whaaa?!
Von! Von!
(T-Timeline made the beat, bitch)
[Verse]
I had a bro but he broke the code, yeah, that nigga told
I bought him clothes cuz he like to fold, you know how that go
When I catch him, send shots to his dome, turn him to a ghost
And now he smoke, it happened so fast all he heard was (Boom!)
This what happened, I got me a Glock, he thought I was pussy
On yo block and yo girl was there, I saw she was looking
Started talking like “Girl, what you want?"
"Fendi, Prada, Gucci?”
She like “Yeah”, you know Von a player, a superstar, no rookie
But she told me where he staying at, apartment place in streets
So I pulled up, looking through a window, he beating his meat
I’m like “Cool, wet him like a jet, since he like to skeet”
"And he got money, I'mma take his life then I’ll take his green"
So I back up, and I grabbed a brick and merced it at his crib
And he get up, but he slow as fuck because he ain’t grabbed his blick
He look confused, he opened up the door but don’t know who it is
I upped my block, send shots to his ribs, you know Von don’t miss
Aye, but wait, I just seen a bitch, she screaming through the crib
And she bad, I couldn’t see her face but she look thick as shit
I’m like "Damn, she watched him take the bullets like that shit was his"
I’m like “Fuck, I gotta kill this bitch before she try to snitch”
So I go in, crouching like a tiger, I ain’t go up for nothin'
She look cute, and her ass was fat, but I don’t count pussy
I grab my gun I was finna shoot, but I kept feeling something
I’m like “buss it”
But she turned around and that bitch was my cousin
So we laughing, she like “Where you been? I was scared at first”
I’m like “Chilling, smoking Hookah, got me high as hell like birds"
"Aye, but sorry that I killed yo man, that nigga there a nerd”
She like “Nah, you should’ve did him worse, cuz he from 63rd” (63rd)
[Outro]
We not from 63rd
Stretch game, put in work
I told God I don’t play with opps, he gon' come and get 'em
The opps don’t be wearing jeans, I got more bullets denim