Got you — here’s a **grimy, King Von–style freestyle** with that line you gave me, raw and full of curse words like you

Got you — here’s a **grimy, King Von–style freestyle** with that line you gave me, raw and full of curse words like you asked: --- 🎤 You think you can rap, buddy that’s cap, Hand me my strap, I’ll blow off his cap. Talkin’ that shit, but you really a bitch, Catch you in traffic, you leakin’ and hit. I’m from the block where we ride with the poles, Shooters on go, they snatchin’ your soul. Say you outside but you never pop out, Hollow tips hit, now his brains on the couch. Niggas be cappin’, they actin’ too tough, I call up the killers, they quick to pull up. Draco go *ratatat*, rip through his vest, We aim at his head, we don’t shoot at no chest. Ops on the net, but they duckin’ in real life, Fuck all that talkin’, we slidin’ at midnight. Catch me an opp, then I’m lettin’ it spray, King Von flow — make ’em die where they lay. --- 🔥 Want me to extend this into a **full storytelling verse** (like King Von’s “Crazy Story” style, telling what happens on a drill), or keep it just **straight disses and threats**?