King Von Tribute 3.0

Lyrics

VERSE 1 Bring your guns, bring your bois, ’cause I’m here to make some noise O-T-F on my chain — no pain, no gain, no choice I’ma snatch your chain, take you right out the game Step to me, you’ll be laid in the dirt in shame Me and my boys rockin’ you like merch Ain’t no opps as dangerous — I’ll leave ‘em in the lurch Give ‘em third-degree burns from head to feet This here’s my hobby, I’m the heat in the street CHORUS Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just looking out for me ‘Cause I done did shit they won’t mention, this ain’t no rapping beef Boy, I’m talking tragedies, massacres, casualties Shit I can’t even remember — bet they remember me Stuff that happened late December, I bring that winter heat They dying all through October — the real Halloween VERSE 2 Keep that chit-chat, I’ll turn you to a pack Then a knick-knack paddy-whack, chrome to your back Give your girl my bone, then I’m back on my throne From the east to the west, they all know I’m grown To the west and the south, keep my name out your mouth Back-to-back funerals — it’s him or us, no doubt Don’t get booked — ain’t no bond money We do this dirt for free, and it ain’t funny If he told, that ain’t my homie, that boy’s weak If I miss, I ain’t sleeping — we play for keeps in the street VERSE 3 Been a shoota since I can remember Even drew on kinfolk back one cold December They was messing with the opps on my own damn block So I had to shut it down, yeah, that clock went “pop” Some days I’m moving weight, some days I sit and wait Get the call, I’ll kill ‘em all — seal their fate Then I feel something off, yeah, something ain’t right I glance to my right — flashing red-blue lights It’s the opps coming for me, ready for a fight CHORUS Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just looking out for me ‘Cause I done did shit they won’t mention, this ain’t no rapping beef Boy, I’m talking tragedies, massacres, casualties Shit I can’t even remember — bet they remember me Stuff that happened late December, I bring that winter heat They dying all through October — the real Halloween VERSE 4 Posted up at my place, clutching on my Glock Making sure it’s cocked, watching every knock They bust in from the back, I tap two in the dome Leave ‘em on red, send their souls back home Then three more rush in — that’s when it begin Flip the kitchen light, they look, I grin I rise, hit one in the arm and the thigh Said you’d slide? Got nerve? Now you curbside The other two drop, both shots to the head Stand over him, one in the eye — he’s dead This is do or die, no time to cry My boys call up, say they got me a ride So I dip from the spot, hop into the whip Slide off from the scene, never seen, quick trip