King Von – Str8

King Von – Str8 Lyrics

Artist: King Von
Song: Str8

Lyrics from Release and Snippet
Ahaha, Lamest
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)

Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
It’s never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)

I’m twisting your fate (Uh, uh)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)

Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
It’s never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)

I’m twisting your fate (Uh, uh)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
b#tch you in the way
Your salary minimum wage (Broke b#tch)

You real or you fake?
Thеm statements cannot be rеplaced (Uh, uh)
I give and I take (What?)
They copy and follow my pace (They follow my pace)

We winning the race (What?)
Three dead and that’s just in one day (That’s just in one day)
See, I take the drums on the road (What?)
Them choppas with me at the show (Boom)

I grew up with nothing but killers
They talkin’ and speakin’ in code (What?)
Reload, unload, and reload (Boom)
Ain’t f#cking, then she gotta go

She looking like I’m speaking Spanish
I’m just saying, “I’m letting you know” (Just letting you know)
Ain’t counting no bodies from past tense (Uh, uh)
I’m catching sh#t, ain’t no passing (Boom)

I’m celebrating my new money (Huh)
Y’all dead broke on that mad sh#t
Trackhawk Jeep, it be the fastest (Vroom)
Bad b#tch, she got her #ss did

We ripping and racing through traffic (Move out the way, b#tch)
I’m praying, I hope I don’t crash it
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)

Look at they face (Look at them n#gg#s)
This why they hate (Baow)
It’s never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)

I’m twisting your fate (Gimme that)
You lose when you play (Uh, uh)
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (Uh, uh)

Look at they face (Look at them n#gg#s)
This why they hate (Baow)
It’s never too late (Uh, uh)
You get replaced (Uh, uh)

I’m twisting your fate (Gimme that)
You lose when you play
Ayy, hollows blew up in his face, now they need his dental records (He a John Doe)
I got professional texters, come through with choppas, and send you a message (Grrra)

Pick up that bag, and hit jewelers and jack it, this Louis V jacket, a few n#gg#s stash it
I get that work and my boo, she gon’ stash it
Yo’ b#tch average, plus she bagless
Trackhawk booted, exhaust sound just like a dragon, ayy

Touch a n#gg# from Chiraq, see more bullets than Madden, ayy (Brrra, baow, baow, baow)
Instagram b#tch in the ‘telly, countin’ my rackies, give me some Becky (Some neck)
Remember I was sleeping in the trap, laying on the floor with the Glock on my belly (Strapped)
Got a few dollars and bought me a Pelle’ (Yeah)

In a good way, how my closet is messy (Yeah)
I don’t chase n#gg#s, get hot with the dessy
Turn his dreads to meatballs and spaghetti
Ayy Tee, hold on, don’t think that they ready

My bullets…
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Release Year: 2020