War With Us King Von

[Intro]
What?
What?
We started this shit, man (Huh?)
We fathered this shit, man (For real, we did)
For real

[Verse 1]
Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
Thirty on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry
Shells get to raining, gettin’ wet up, huh?
Fall and your ass won't get up, nah
Bitch, I get busy with choppers and Glizzies
I'm ridin’ through the city, this Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin', you crazy
Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slam dunk all on the pussy, scoring
Nigga, I'm on to the next, she boring
Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'?
Bands on me, money won't fold, damn
Leprechaun, where is me gold bands?
Can’t catch the drip, you got no hands
I ain’t got opps, I got all fans
I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin’ them
You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hoppin' up out of them Astro vans
Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from ’em
We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke 'em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us
Glizzies on every gang member that came wit us
Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us