Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this Huh, what? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Von Now here it go, I just made it home Missed calls on my phone See, I been gone Was tryna hit a lick but that's shit just went wrong I got a thot, she right off the block Her crib be the spot and we got Glocks Tucked all in the shit, don't come in less you knock But this bitch grimey Told her 'bout this nigga Help me set 'em up and she was wit it She just want some shoes And she ain't give no fuck So we do that, I was at his neck Creepin' from the back But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it How fucked up is that? But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet We did that at six and who got hit? I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss Now two weeks pass I'm back on my grind I can't waste no time, the opps been quiet They be whoopin' tho But them niggas not slidin' and I been high I can't even lie that thot been on my mind Why she ain't called? I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she alright Now it's midnight I'm hitting some blocks Just me and my Glock, came to a stop I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop My phone keep ringing Just a hoe of course, this bitch probably bored I press ignore I ain't got no time A whore gon' be a whore Now I get that feeling Something ain't right I look to my right And I'm like, damn There go that flexin' nigga He wavin' his pipe He get to dumpin' Bullets get to comin' My heart get to thumbin' I feel something, my left shoulder hot Blood just get to gushing I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a bitch And he with that bitch I got a glimpse, she got them big lips That's made for suckin' dick Now it make sense That hoe set me up That lil' dirty slut, the double cross Tryna get me caught Like I'm Randy Moss Ah shit, I just dropped my gun Plus I got one arm, I'm tryna drive I can't shoot back now This man on my ass, I almost crashed But I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real But there go twelve He bust a quick right And I just bust a left Ah, shit What the fuck, gang, you good? Damn, my shoulder You know this bitch be fuckin' with me, gang Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit that was crackin' Off last week with them niggas and shit Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look Now this what happened A week later my arm in a sling I been sippin' lean, pure codeine I don't feel a thing My hoe say I'm mean I need a blunt, stuff that bitch wit Runtz Boy, I'm on a hunt, and ain't no breakfast But I'm a boxer nigga, like some Capt'n Crunch I got a tip that thot bitch be on 75th Right off Cottage With her best friend, gettin' her hair did I'm like cool, finna make my move Post up, what I do This bitch a fool for tryna play me out Like that shit was cool Now it's like two Catch her walking out Her new hairstyle blue and she look cute But that mean ain't shit to me I crept up then I boomed And that was that Now I'm running back I stop in my tracks, there go that Porsche How crazy is that boy, I'm on his ass The first blast, it shatter his glass Damn, this nigga fast, he hit the gas I'm still shooting at him but I'm too far back Damn I'm hype, let me tuck this pipe Get up out of sight 'cause I see lights And them bitches bright Can't go to jail for life, so I take flight Made it to the hood, everything went good Knock on wood, flame me up a 'Wood Tooka smellin' good, looked at my phone Got a text from Herb, he say, "Whats's the word?" I say, shit, I'm just coolin' bitch, I'm not from 63rd Bitch, we're not from 63rd Stretch Gang put in work