letra de street tales - king von
[chorus: king von]
ridin’ in this srt, this a h-ll ride
b-tch, we spinnin’ every night, it’s a drill time
ridin’ in this srt, this a h-ll ride
hollow tips gon’ send his ass to meet the real sky
[verse 1: king von]
ayy, b-tch, i’m really active, i don’t do no f-ckin’ cappin’
caught his ass lackin’, now his face up on a jacket
f-ck your block, we clappin’, automatic, sh-t get tragic
draco with the fifty, turn his honda to a casket
b-tch, i’m ruthless, f-ck the law, we ride with tools, b-tch
bullets hit his body, make him dance, just like some music
n-gga, what you claim? talkin’ tough, but you ain’t do sh-t
run inside his crib, knock his brains off with the pool stick
on gang, we step on n-ggas, put his homie in the dirt
he was talkin’ out his neck, now his face up on a shirt
ayy, b-tch, i’m from the trenches, where they really love to lurk
if my opps out on that block, best believe we spin it first
[chorus: king von]
ridin’ in this srt, this a h-ll ride
b-tch, we spinnin’ every night, it’s a drill time
ridin’ in this srt, this a h-ll ride
hollow tips gon’ send his ass to meet the real sky
[verse 2: big slade]
b-tch, we known for slidin’, don’t get caught up in that fire
ar with a drum, this sh-t bigger than lebron
catch his stupid ass, put that beam up on his spine
and we don’t do no drive-bys, we hop out and get ‘em lined
ayy, murder what i speak, every bar, b-tch, this sh-t facts
we don’t do no cl!ckin’ up, f-ck your gang and where you at
b-tch, this draco got some power, turn his body to a pack
you ain’t never did no drill, so why the f-ck you tryna rap?
b-tch, my glock got switches, f-ck his b-tch, then leave no witness
if i up it, then i’m hittin’, paramedics come and get him
n-gga, this the trenches, where your partner turn to victim
you can try to duck and run, but these hollows, they gon’ kiss him
[chorus: king von]
ridin’ in this srt, this a h-ll ride
b-tch, we spinnin’ every night, it’s a drill time
ridin’ in this srt, this a h-ll ride
hollow tips gon’ send his ass to meet the real sky
[outro: big slade & king von]
n-ggas talkin’ reckless ‘til they face up on the news
they was claimin’ they was steppers, now they in a suit
f-ck them n-ggas, f-ck they set, we sendin’ shots, don’t play it cool
every opp that tried to test us, best believe they made the news—on gang!
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