King Von – When I Die (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

Don’t let them goofies touch my casket when I die
And when you leave my funeral, you better slide (You better slide)
But if they kill King Von, then something is not right
The opps don’t play with him, that happened from inside

See, I’m just sayin’
Von don’t be playin’
And if they kill him
That shit was planned (You better slide)
See, I’m just sayin’
Von don’t be playin’
And if they kill him
That shit was planned

See, I don’t get it (Huh?)
Every time somebody die, they be like, “Yeah, Von did it” (What?)
And I wasn’t even outside, I be like, “Man, y’all trippin’ (Y’all trippin’)
Tryna put me up on trial, ain’t even got no witness (No witness)
Ever since I got back out, I just been mindin’ my business (My business)
But them people still come for me (They come)
My past keep hauntin’ me (Yeah, haunt)
Like, what? My kids mean somethin’ to me (Damn, damn)
They know my past, they judgin’ me
I hold my weight, ain’t nothin’ to me
My mama sad, she huggin’ me (My mama sad, she huggin’ me)

Don’t let them goofies touch my casket when I die
And when you leave my funeral, you better slide (You better slide)
But if they kill King Von, then something is not right
The opps don’t play with him, that happened from inside

See, I’m just sayin’
Von don’t be playin’
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
See, I’m just sayin’
Von don’t be playin’
And if they kill him
That shit was planned (That shit was planned)

You better slide
You better slide
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
When I die
When I die
And if they kill him
That shit was planned

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King Von & Lil Durk – From The Hood (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Lil Durk:
Cryin’ tears
The Voice
King Von in this motherfucker
I’m sayin’, The Motivation
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

Don’t take it personal
It hit different when you comin’ from the hood
Don’t take it personal (Personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I’m emotional, cryin’ tears (Emotional, cryin’ tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud

I was on Section 8, I hope I don’t catch a case
I went broke yesterday, shoot X, a nasty taste
He robbed and showed his face
I gave my uncle a taste, I had to serve the bass
I gave my clothes to hoods, free Nine, for sure, he good
Got time, ain’t know he took, real nigga, I overdo it (Overdo it)
Make sure the trenches good (Trenches good)
Giving lawyers to ‘em, and I’m loyal to ‘em, yeah

Don’t take it personal
It hit different when you comin’ from the hood
Don’t take it personal (Personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I’m emotional, cryin’ tears (Emotional, cryin’ tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud

King Von:
King Von (Von), I was raised there
I was doing hits when niggas wasn’t, I ain’t play fair (Boom, boom, boom)
I was trappin’, just me and my cousin, on the late shift
He was shiesty, but that’s still my blood so I ain’t say shit
Niggas crazy
I got on and in my zone, now niggas say they made me
I heard there’s niggas in the county lyin’, sayin’ they raised me (Old bitch ass niggas)
Damn, man, that shit be crazy
One of my opps got hit in his top and he ain’t fuckin’ make it (Boom, boom)

Lil Durk:
Don’t take it personal
It hit different when you comin’ from the hood
Don’t take it personal (Personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I’m emotional, cryin’ tears (Emotional, cryin’ tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
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King Von – Real Oppy (Official Visualizer) (feat. G Herbo) Lyrics
Intro: King Von
Tahj Money
What?
Look

Chorus: King Von
Man, niggas lookin’ real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can’t stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock’
In my pocket, I’ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps’ shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won’t let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I’ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil’ folks to pop, Redenbach’
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house ‘fore we come over therе (What? Huh?)
Verse 1: King Von
I’m colder than a polar bear (Freeze)
My nеck, solar flare (Bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin’ beats (Yeah)
They gon’ give me the chair (Damn, damn)
DJ, tell ‘em I wasn’t there (Nah, nah)
Play this if you ain’t scared (Yeah)
This club go up, we throwin’ chairs (What?)
You better duck your head (Boom, boom)
I pull up like, “What was said?”
If he wanna fight, I’ll beat his ass
And if that bitch get mad and he gon’ get his gun, we got FNs
Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain’t Woo
These Chanels brand new
Police come, I’m gettin’ loose (Von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)
I’m rich, I ain’t lootin’ (Nah)
Get caught, I ain’t do it (Nah)

Chorus: King Von
Man, niggas lookin’ real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can’t stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock’
In my pocket, I’ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps’ shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won’t let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I’ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil’ folks to pop, Redenbach’
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house ‘fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
Verse 2: G Herbo
It’s like 2 A.M. (Uh), ridin’ with my mans (Yeah)
He don’t want no hoes (Uh-uh)
He just wanna spin (Go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (Grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (Uh)
Ballin’ like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin’ like I’m Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)
I stay talkin’ cash shit, we got all the Ms
I can’t get her off my dick, this lil’ bitch a fan (Fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got niggas blammed up
Told Smurk, “I’m pullin’ up with my stick, I’m in the Lamb’ truck” (Right now)
I’ll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)
What the fuck you niggas starin’ for?

Chorus: King Von
Man, niggas lookin’ real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can’t stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock’
In my pocket, I’ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps’ shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won’t let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I’ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil’ folks to pop, Redenbach’
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house ‘fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
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King Von & Polo G – Phil Jackson (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Von

I keep callіng plaуs like I′m phil jackson (Рlаys)
We got glocks and ‘k′s ‘cauѕе the field сracking (Grrah grrаh)
Gоofy better tuck his chain (What?)
Мy lіl’ vulturеs will snatch it (Нuh? huh?)
You сan die а hundred ways don′t
Blink ′cauѕe іt will happen (Вoоm boom)
I ain’t in no rush to sаvе (Nah)
I drоve real fast (Yeah уeаh)
My bitch bad likе she wіll not behave (Huh?)
She gеt real ratchet (Yeаh yeah)
Long nightѕ in thе dog pound (Damn)
What if І was still trаppіng? (What? huh?)
Baby ar make ′em fаll dоwn (Rah rah rah rah rаh)
Hunnid shots he’ѕ still clapping

Yоu know von (Von) І′m known to go іn (Gо)
Niggas hoes thеy be weаring sew-inѕ (Yeah yеah)
I got out fucked five of her frіends
Bеt a bitсh wоn’t cheat on me аgain
I get out my body I got bоdies this a hobbу nigga (Yеah yeаh huh?)
I get off that pіll І′m gon’ score and
Ѕhaq can’t stоp me niggа (Boom boom bоom boom)
Your main bitch I prоbably hit hеr
(Yeah) and your homie sіster (Uh-huh)
Even though thаt′s folk′ѕ соusin
(Yеah) man fuck lil mister (Fuck boom boom bоom)
Out here since a shorty kеpt a .40 I would never worrу (Nаh nah)
Тeacher aѕk mе what I wаnt tо do I told her shoot (Нuh? what? huh?)
She thіnk І’m talking abоut some steph сurry (Boom boоm boom)
Man niggаs bеtter hurry hurry (Run)
We throwing hail mary′ѕ (Grrah) уou catch
This yоu gettіng buried (Вoom boom bоom)
Smoking on thаt tеrry barry they left him bloоdу mary (Ooh)
These niggas play аct likе they gay
I pull up wіth more clips than tуler perry (Rah rah)
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King Von – Think I’m A Hoe (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

Chorus
This nigga must think I’m a ho (Think I’m a ho)
This nigga must think I’m a bitch (Oh, you think I’m a bitch?)
I’ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait ‘til I see him)
Boy, I’ma give his ass this clip (Whole clip)
This nigga must think I’m a ho (Think I’m a ho)
This nigga must think I’m a bitch (Oh, you think I’m a bitch?)
I’ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait ‘til I see him)
Boy, I’ma give his ass this clip (Boom, boom)
Verse 1
Broad day, pipes out (Pipes out)
It be bustin’ on the block (Uh), so we gotta keep the pipes out (Gotta keep ‘em out)
Pull up right now (Right now)
Just an opp on the phone (Huh?), talkin’ ‘bout he wanna fight now (He wanna what?)
Slow down, first off, free BiteDown (Free BiteDown)
Second off, boy, you know we don’t fight now (Know we don’t fight)
The last niggas, boy, you know they got knocked (Boy, you know they got)
And you was one ‘em too, but I know you don’t move now (Boom, boom, boom)
See, it started at lil’ folks crib
We got guns in this bitch, boy, you know how it get (Boy, you know how it get)
We gettin’ busy, used to pop out dips (What?)
Used to blow niggas down then pop back in (Boom, boom, boom)
Two hit, one dead, that’s money (That’s money)
He ran, got caught up the one-way (Up the one-way)
My lil’ niggas do hits on Sunday (Huh? What? Boom)
Keep a straight face, King Von love that gunplay (Boom, boom, boom)

Chorus
This nigga must think I’m a ho (Think I’m a ho)
This nigga must think I’m a bitch (Oh, you think I’m a bitch?)
I’ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait ‘til I see him)
Boy, I’ma give his ass this clip (Whole clip)
This nigga must think I’m a ho (Think I’m a ho)
This nigga must think I’m a bitch (Oh, you think I’m a bitch?)
I’ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait ‘til I see him)
Boy, I’ma give his ass this clip (Boom, boom)
Verse 2
Heads up, don’t snooze (Don’t snooze)
Same niggas playin’ tough, same niggas on the news (Put ‘em on the news)
Rob me, who you? (Who you?)
If a nigga up a gun, then that nigga better shoot (Nah, nah, nigga better shoot)
Wild animal, I be in the zoo (I be in the zoo)
Double homicides, boy, I got a few (Boy, I got a few)
Your homie got killed and you ain’t got a clue (Huh? What? Damn, damn)
Do the same shit to him, do the same shit to you (Boom, boom)
It’s a war outside (War), Black men die (Damn)
Riots, police sirens, put our difference aside (Yeah, gang)
And stand side by side, you know I’ma ride
Fuck 12, police ain’t killin’ me (They ain’t killin’ me)
And we can bet that your man ain’t as real as me (He ain’t as real as me)
On the beat or the streets, I be killin’ shit (I be killin’ shit)
And I ain’t got no feelings, bitch, you don’t wanna witness this (Boom, boom)

Chorus
This nigga must think I’m a ho (Think I’m a ho)
This nigga must think I’m a bitch (Oh, you think I’m a bitch?)
I’ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait ‘til I see him)
Boy, I’ma give his ass this clip (Whole clip)
This nigga must think I’m a ho (Think I’m a ho)
This nigga must think I’m a bitch (Oh, you think I’m a bitch?)
I’ma hawk that man down when I see him (Wait ‘til I see him)
Boy, I’ma give his ass this clip (Boom, boom)
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King Von – Pressure Lyrics

Twysted Genius, baby
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
Von

See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)
And they on the block when it’s hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (Boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots (What?)
They ain’t stoppin’ ‘til they empty the Glocks (Rraah, rraah)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (Two down)
He broke, I’m keepin’ his wallet (Uh-huh)
O’Block, can’t nobody stop us (Gang)

It’s pressure (What?)
On a nigga ass all day ‘til we find where he stay (Yeah, yeah)
That’s pressure (Huh?)
In a nigga grass all night ‘til he come out next day
That’s pressure, get him out the way (That’s pressure)
That’s pressure, shoot him in the face (That’s pressure)
That’s pressure, leave him D.O.A. (That’s pressure)
That’s pressure, don’t leave a trace (Boom)

See, foenem don’t care if it’s hot (They don’t)
‘Cause they sendin’ shots at opps off the top (Graah, grrah)
If you pull up, they flippin’ your car (Your car)
Tried to run but he fell, so he didn’t get far (Von)
Go long, I’m pickin’ ‘em all (Go long)
He cryin’, I knew he was soft (I knew he was soft)
They wrong for sendin’ ‘em all (They wrong)
We scorin’, we pissin’ ‘em off (Boom, boom)
Pressure, don’t matter what, we pressin’ (We pressin’)
That nigga ain’t a killer, he flexin’ (He flexin’)
Last nigga got caught, bro did him nasty (Boom, boom, boom)
No pass (Nah), pass me the gun, I’ma blast it (I’ma blast it)
Hi-Point, nigga, you blastin’ (You blastin’)
My niggas lookin’ for the beef, you fastin’ (Boom, boom, boom, Von)

See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)
And they on the block when it’s hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (Boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots (What?)
They ain’t stoppin’ ‘til they empty the Glocks (Rraah, rraah)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (Two down)
He broke, I’m keepin’ his wallet (Uh-huh)
O’Block, can’t nobody stop us (Gang)

It’s pressure (What? Huh?)
On a nigga ass all day (Yeah), ‘til we find where he stay (Yeah, yeah)
That’s pressure (Huh?)
In a nigga grass all night ‘til he come out next day (Huh?)
That’s pressure, get him out the way (That’s, ooh)
That’s pressure, shoot him in the face (Boom)
That’s pressure, leave him D.O.A. (That’s pressure)
That’s pressure, don’t leave a trace (Nah, nah)

I’ma go get that (Go), my niggas ain’t with the chit chat (Nah, nah)
Nigga claim ShytSplat, nigga got his shit splat (Damn)
Lost his mind, he ain’t got his shit back (Boom, boom)
Nigga, better sit back, nigga, better sit back (Sit back)
Real niggas love when I spit facts (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on a nigga, let me get that (Let me get that)
Don’t make me take some you can’t get back (Boom, boom)
It’s pressure (Huh? What?), put him in a stretcher (Grrah, grrah)
It be fucked up when you gotta kill a nigga and you ain’t never met him (Damn, damn)
I been sendin’ messages, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout texts (Nah)
Stretch a nigga out, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout stretcher (Grrah, grrah)
My gun kick like that nigga off Tekken (Boom, boom)
If bodies is pounds, lil’ nigga, I’ma heavy (On gang)

See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)
And they on the block when it’s hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (Boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots (What?)
They ain’t stoppin’ ‘til they empty the Glocks (Rraah, rraah)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (Empty his pockets)
He broke, I’m keepin’ his wallet (I’m keepin’ his wallet)
O’Block, can’t nobody stop us (O’Block)

It’s pressure (What? Huh?)
On a nigga ass all day (Yeah), ‘til we find where he stay (Where he stay)
That’s pressure (That’s pressure, what?)
In a nigga grass all night ‘til he come out next day (Next day)
That’s pressure, get him out the way (Out the way)
That’s pressure, shoot him in the face (In the face)
That’s pressure, leave him D.O.A. (D.O.A.)
That’s pressure, don’t leave a trace (Boom, boom)

DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
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King Von – GangLand (Official Visualizer) (feat. 42 Dugg) Lyrics
Intro
(808 Mafia)

Chorus: 42 Dugg
Let me hear you say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Murder, murder
Lil’ bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (Baow), murder (Baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I’m the only nigga curving, curving
Nigga, send that shit, I’ma sell it in a hurry (Quick), hurry (Quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin’ less than a thirty, blew it
Play with my mines, nigga know I’m goin’
In the strip club, all the ones, I’m throwin’ ‘em
Pints, I’m pouring, game life, I’m tourin’
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I’m bored
VLONE, Forgis on order
Bitch, I’m the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers
Verse 1: 42 Dugg
Not so many people really seen my vision, in the field, not slippin’
I’m real life busy, that pill life, did it
I feel like trippin’, I rеally like killin’
I fuck niggas’ bitches, send ‘еm back for a living
Know a couple still sellin’ crack for a living
In the back with the pistols and couple ARs
Name a bad bitch in the city ain’t ours (Not one)

Chorus: 42 Dugg & King Von
Let me hear you say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Trick bitch, just caught a murder, murder
Lil’ bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (Baow), murder (Baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I’m the only nigga curving, curving
Nigga, send that shit, I’ma sell it in a hurry (Quick), hurry (Quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin’ less than a thirty, blew it
Play with my mines, nigga know I’m goin’
In the strip club, all the ones, I’m throwin’ ‘em
Pints, I’m pouring, game life, I’m tourin’
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I’m bored
Vlone, Forgis on order
Bitch, I’m the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers (Von)
Verse 2: King Von
Right now (Right now)
Got some niggas on trial, got some niggas in the ground
Got some niggas that told, they don’t never come around
If they ever come around, I’ma blow they ass down, damn (Yeah, boom, boom, boom)
Right now (Right now), got some niggas over east, got some niggas in the D (Over east)
I just called 42, told him, “Bring me a key” (42)
And we still play for keeps ‘cause we still in the street (On gang)
Uh, I was doing hits for the low (For the low), kick in your door (Boom), make niggas get on the floor (Get on the floor)
I fucked your bitch on the road (On the road), she at my show (Huh?), nigga, you know how it go (You know how it go)
I know your homie, he pussy (I know)
I come to your city, lil’ nigga, just book me (Just book me)
I see them lil’ niggas lookin’ (I know)
Gotta watch how you move or your life’ll get tooken (Huh? What? Boom, boom)

Chorus: 42 Dugg
Gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Say gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Murder, murder
Lil’ bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (Baow), murder (Baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I’m the only nigga curving, curving
Nigga, send that shit, I’ma sell it in a hurry (Quick), hurry (Quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin’ less than a thirty, blew it
Play with my mines, nigga know I’m goin’
In the strip club, all the ones, I’m throwin’ ‘em
Pints, I’m pouring, game life, I’m tourin’
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I’m bored
Vlone, Forgis on order
Bitch, I’m the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers
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