[ Featuring King Von ]
Strech Gang
Get Back mode, bitch
(Protegebeatz)
Brrt, baow, let's get it
What?
Huh?
(DJ Bandz, aw man)
I had the Glock up, niggas too litty, bitch, I had the guap up
Niggas wrote statements, niggas was tellin' on me, I hit the lockup
Niggas gettin' popped up, ever try to rob somethin'
Gucci everything from the sock up
Wet the whole block up, came through drippin' on 'em
Somebody mop up
Glock .29 to your boxcut, pop me a bean, bitch, I hit the chop up
Smoke out the P's, bag full of cheese
I'm sippin' purple, that Wockhardt
Foe'nem be thirsty to drop somethin'
Came down the strip and light the whole block up
Came through swervin' in a two seater lookin' like Vivica A. Fox
Von too fly, won't box nothin'
Bitch, you high, gon' top somethin'
Rollin' off the pills, got a nigga wanna pop somethin'
I'm too hot, they like, "King Von, drop somethin'"
What you want? A song? Or a opp? Or somethin'?
Caught his ass lackin', couldn't make the summer
He be workin' packs, he ain't makin' nothin'
Nigga too ugly, he ain't f*ckin', he be takin' somethin'
I got hot shells, not burritos
I load 'em and shoot 'em like free throw
I crash the car dozing off on this Zeko
Rap shit easy like I got the cheat code
I got a Mexican freak ho
Her brother the plug, chico
I love the Jacksons, Tito
And if you want smoke just let me know
See, I'm on the come up, still I run up
Light this shit up like the sun up
Fifty-round drummer, pipe like a plumber
But it really came from Osama
Get a lotta munna, VVS charmer
I ain't f*ckin' shit, no condom
I'm loaded, I'm armed up, reload it and harm some
Motor got hit from the arm up
Brown Gucci socks, Gucci palm, bro
Black Gucci boots when I'm in the Tonka
Hop out this summer, money like Von
Jewelry all water like thunder
Drank in my lungs, smokin' on onion, Backwood' fat like a punker
Get Back Mode, I'm droppin' this summer
Streets in the head like Thelma
Von
I tote a Glock not a Ruger, all my niggas smoke Tooka
I'm at Maestros eatin' steaks with a shooter
100K on a chain, yeah, me and Booka
Betta not tweak, I'm stupid, use your head don't lose it
Twelve years old when I stole me a Buick
I was too young, I ain't know how to use it, damn
"Ayy, King Von, just drop somethin'", call DQ, go pop somethin'
Opps outside make a nigga wanna mop somethin'
You killed what? Ayy, pussy nigga stop frontin'
See, I'm up in here with the Stretchers
We stackin' up bodies like Tetris
Get the f*ck up off my phone talkin' reckless
He got hit in his shit, I bet he got the message
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
King Von, Boss Tee know what the f*ck goin' on nigga (the f*ck goin' on, nigga)
Yeah, yeah
Stretch Gang shit, nigga
What? What? (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
(let's get it)
Yeah (let's get it)
Yeah (let's get it)
Yeah (let's get it)
Game over, you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, Stretch Gang, bitch
