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[Intro]
Banger (Banger)
Huh? What? (Yeah)
Huh? Huh? What?
Nah, nah, huh? What?
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Von

[Chorus: King Von]
Bitch, why you tweakin’ about shit ain’t got shit to do with you? (What? What?)
When I get this check, ho, I swear that I’m through with you (Swear that I’m through with you)
Think you the only one, bitch, it’s a few of you (Bitch, it’s a few)
I don’t do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (What? What?)
I don’t trust nothin’, I keep it one hundred (Yeah)
I thought it was something’ and it really was nothin’ (Really was nothin’)
We start off fuckin’ now I’m keepin’ you [?] (Started off)
I’m holdin’ her down, she can’t do no runnin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I’m the best, she know how I’m bummin’ (She know how)
I’m makin’ her laugh, she know that I’m funny (She know how I’m)
I’m all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (Yeah, yeah)
I asked her, “What’s wrong?”, ’cause she say that it’s nothin’
I know her too well, I know that it’s somethin’ (I know that it’s)
I been through her phone, I know that she pregnant (I know that she)
Ho thinkin’ she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)

[Verse 1: King Von]
You playin’ it off but it’s killin’ you niggas (Damn)
And your bitch on my dick, she be feelin’ a nigga (What? Yeah, yeah)
This bitch got you ready to kill you a nigga (Damn, damn)
Straight drill you a nigga, you killin’ me, nigga (Boom, boom)
But I ain’t trippin’, I’m still on my pimpin’ (Nah)
She think that I’m slippin’, I’m keepin’ it pimpin’ (Keepin’ it)
Just bought me two Glocks and I’m keepin’ ’em with me (Keepin’ ’em with me)
That bitch broke your heart, got you roamin’ the city
I got me a thirty but I tote the fifty
Let’s not talk about murders, they know I get busy (They know)
I don’t act like I’m savage, they know that it’s in me (They know that it’s in me)
I don’t question my guys, I know that they with me (They with me)
But back to this bitch, she say that she with it
She textin’ my phone, she tell me “Come get me” (Tell me)
He holdin’ to me and she think that we splittin’ (Think that we splittin’)
I’m pullin’ up now, and I’m [?] with her

[Chorus: King Von]
Bitch, why you tweakin’ about shit ain’t got shit to do with you? (What? What?)
When I get this check, ho, I swear that I’m through with you (Swear that I’m through with you)
Think you the only one, bitch, it’s a few of you (Bitch, it’s a few)
I don’t do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (What? What?)
I don’t trust nothin’, I keep it one hundred (Yeah)
I thought it was something’ and it really was nothin’ (Really was nothin’)
We start off fuckin’ now I’m keepin’ you [?] (Started off)
I’m holdin’ her down, she can’t do no runnin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I’m the best, she know how I’m bummin’ (She know how)
I’m makin’ her laugh, she know that I’m funny (She know how I’m)
I’m all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (Yeah, yeah)
I asked her, “What’s wrong?”, ’cause she say that it’s nothin’
I know her too well, I know that it’s somethin’ (I know that it’s)
I been through her phone, I know that she pregnant (I know that she)
Ho thinkin’ she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Can’t trust a bitch far as I can throw her (No)
Cap to me, said her daddy was a grower
Too good to be true when she told me the ticket (Why?)
Didn’t have no exotic, just locked up with [?]
Got kicked out of school sellin’ dope in the kitchen (Hmm)
Snap back, white collar shirt and some Dickies (Trap)
Quick to put a nigga in detention
Ex trapper, I been like this for a minute
The hood got too hot, so I moved to the ‘burbs
Ferrari sit low, I step out on the curb (Skrrt)
She get off at five, then pull up at six
‘Bout seven, she ate me and already split (Uh)
Hope you not ready to die by the bitch
‘Cause this bitch ready to go to war ’bout the dick (Swerve)
I keep two or three, one too close to zero
Like Nascar ties, I rotate ’em

[Chorus: King Von]
Bitch, why you tweakin’ about shit ain’t got shit to do with you? (What? What?)
When I get this check, ho, I swear that I’m through with you (Swear that I’m through with you)
Think you the only one, bitch, it’s a few of you (Bitch, it’s a few)
I don’t do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (What? What?)
I don’t trust nothin’, I keep it one hundred (Yeah)
I thought it was something’ and it really was nothin’ (Really was nothin’)
We start off fuckin’ now I’m keepin’ you [?] (Started off)
I’m holdin’ her down, she can’t do no runnin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I’m the best, she know how I’m bummin’ (She know how)
I’m makin’ her laugh, she know that I’m funny (She know how I’m)
I’m all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (Yeah, yeah)
I asked her, “What’s wrong?”, ’cause she say that it’s nothin’
I know her too well, I know that it’s somethin’ (I know that it’s)
I been through her phone, I know that she pregnant (I know that she)
Ho thinkin’ she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)