Текст песни Phil Jackson - King Von

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Von)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phill Jackson
We got Glocks and K's 'cause the field crackin' (grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (what?)
My lil' vultures will snatch it (huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways,
Don't blink 'cause it will happen (boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (nah)
I drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (huh?)
She get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (damn)
What if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hundred shots, he still clappin'

You know Von, I'm known to go in
Niggas hoes, they be wearing sew-ins (yeah, yeah)
I got out, fucked five of her friends (von)
Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies
This a hobby, Nigga (yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill
I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (yeah)
And your homie's sister (uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (yeah)
Man, fuck your homie's sister (boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty
Kept a 40, I wasn't never worried (nah, nah)
Teacher asked me what I want to do
I told her shoot (huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' 'bout some Steph Curry (boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (run)
We throwin' Hail Marys (grrah), you catch this
You gettin' buried (boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Berry
They left him Bloody Mary (ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay
I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (grrah, grrah)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phill Jackson (callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (huh)
'Cause the field crackin' (go, huh)
Goofy better tuck his chain
My lil' vultures will snatch it (Von, Von)
You could die a hundred ways,
Don't blink 'cause it will happen (damn, damn, damn)
I ain't in no rush to save (yeah)
I drove real fast (huh?)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (I just keep goin')
She get real ratchet
Long nights in the dog pound
What if I was still trappin'?
Baby AR make 'em fall down
Hundred shots, he still clappin'

He think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been havin' (who?)
My squad don't give no fuck
We tear shit up just like I'm Bin Laden (go)
Runnin' to them bucks (huh?)
My Gucci scuffed (run), now I got rich habits (run)
I done had enough
Might let it bust if they don't quit cappin' (damn, damn, damn)
Uh, now reload
And I can't see straight off the X
'Cause I just keep rollin'(I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup
I can't keep focus (I be sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love
I make her deep throat it (grrah, grrah)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (huh?)
'Cause the field crackin' (grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (what?)
My lil' vultures will snatch it (huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways
Don't blink 'cause it will happen (boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Von, huh?)
I drove real fast (nah, nah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (what?)
She get real ratchet (yeah, grrah)
Long nights in the dog pound (damn)
What if I was still trappin'? (Huh? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (grrah)
Hundred shots, he still clappin' (grrah, grrah)