King Von – All These Niggas Lyrics

Yeah
All these niggas actin’ like they with that shit
I ain’t stuntin’ these niggas (let’s get it)
Lamb’ truck sittin’ so low had to crouch my back
f*ck around, had to sit on my pimp
How you gon’ back door nigga you love for a little bit of clout?
That’s a shame on niggas (shame on niggas)
How you gon’ sit in my car
Tryna play Lil’ Pump like we ain’t too dangerous? (Get outta here)
Bro got trial, he lost faith
He looked up when they changed the verdict (let’s get it)
Robbers goofy, stains pay me for a song
Don’t clear the verse (don’t clear the verse)
We don’t go off names, I don’t care who they is
We go off murders (we go off murders)
This your first time buying that ZaZa, I need 4K for the Sherbet (go)
He a p*ssy, I know niggas in his hood, that boy a ho (that boy a ho)
That p*ssy dookie, I be f*ckin’ his main bitch
And he don’t know (and he don’t know)
We got .45 drums, every time they see me I’m on go (boom-boom)
Tooka in my lung, I say that every time, ’cause he got smoked (he got smoked)
f*ck how you feel, for real (yeah), my best friend, he got killed
We was in that field for real (yeah), blowin’ niggas down, boy, come here (boom-boom)
Everything I say, I mean it, 6ix9ine he say he seen’t it
They know King Von a demon, super cold that boy anemic (yeah)
Nigga, don’t say it in my face
They say it when I turn my back
Lil’ nigga, let’s do it (let’s do it)
Ain’t gotta back door, ain’t gotta snake you out
Lil’ nigga, you know we into it

Nigga, you ain’t good in your hood
You can’t even go to your hood
Why you tryna blame your hood? (Blame your hood)
You don’t wear chains in the hood (change your hood)
You don’t even claim your hood
Yeah (gang, gang)
O’block, OTF, 300, bitch, just check the stats (let’s get it)
Nigga said that he be throwin’ shots, I bet he catch ’em back (let’s get it)
I called folks’em late, I know they up, I know they in the trap (trap)
Got his lo’, man his ass a goofy got his shit off Snap’ (gang)
I been shootin’ guns (boom), I got bodies from way back (boom-boom)
I spent a lot on bonds (bonds), once I beat my case I made it back
You know they like to run (run)
But you better not trip, boy, watch your step (run, run)
And I’m just havin’ fun
And I got that aim shoot like I’m Steph (boom-boom)
Bet yo’ bitch wanna meet me (she do), she seen me on the TV (uh-huh)
She in love with all these VV’s (VV’s), Icebox made my shit look 3D (damn)
Hell no, I ain’t hear your CD (nah)
I’m right here in your city (uh-huh)
They like, “Von, you better tuck your chain” (why?)
Don’t nobody wanna die, ain’t nobody that silly (boom-boom)
I been shootin’ guns (boom), I got bodies from way back (boom-boom)
I spent a lot on bonds (bonds), once I beat my case I made it back
You know they like to run (run)
But you better not trip, boy, watch your step (run, run)
And I’m just havin’ fun
And I got that aim shoot like I’m Steph (boom-boom)

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