Correction Lyrics Magazines by King Von

Featuring(s) : Boss Top

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[Verse 1: King Von]
[...]
I carry fifty on me
Niggas fool [?]
Grab your sticks, ain't talkin' pool
Grew up in the zoo, where they hop out and they shoot
Either you eat or you fooled
On that cut thinkin' that we cool
Set him up and [?]
Load it up then boom
Let me got some [?] (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: King Von]
We gon' go and get him (We gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (Everybody with him)
On my momma, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit, so what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (Magazines)
We on your funeral on time, give your momma ass a tissue (Momma ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (Get to blowin')
Clean out his [?] like a pillow
Bullets hittin' him, it ain't shizzle (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Boss Top]
I'm Boss Tee and I get busy (Yeah)
When it comes to guns, I'm picky, I like Ruger and I like Glizzy (I like Glock)
Glock .20 with a switch
Hold a hunnid on your head then your shit gon' be missed (Boaw, boaw)
Knock the punk with the [?] (Facts)
Fuck all my opps, they dead, [?] watch your business (Yo, facts)
I rock Off-White and Amiri (Drip)
All the water on my neck, you can see these bitches clear (Pockets clean)
And I'm holdin' down [?]
This shit goin' to Internet, everybody eyes teary
You can even ask Siri (Ask her)
Be like, "Who run the city?", she gon' tell you, "O'Block, period" (Period)

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