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vonoff1700 - more than a ton lyrics

[intro: vonoff1700]
(big oz on the keyboard and sh_t)
come on, yeah (yo, fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood, n_gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n_gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass (alright)
for real

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
i tell ’em, n_ggas not f_ckin’ with us
he catch a shot from this glock, he ain’t gettin’ back up (yeah)
drop your dot right now, we finna pull up since your dumb ass think you tough
stop tryna talk money to me, i’m up like three hundred plus, you don’t got enough
every time that i come through spinnin’, i hit somethin’ up, so n_ggas can’t say it’s luck
when i catch that n_gga, i’m k!llin’ whoever he with, i promise i don’t give a f_ck
bounce out, i’m hittin’ him up, he couldn’t even up his gun ’cause his sh_t got stuck
we pulled up with dracs and switches, he knew it was over, the n_gga ain’t even try to duck
i ride with my sh_t in my hand, that n_gga a goofy, he ride with his sh_t in the trunk
you better not be shakin’ your ass tryna get you some gas, that’s how you get left at the pump (dumbass)
screwly said, “von, go get him,” he know how i’m comin’, he know i’ma chase him and dump

[verse 2: screwly g]
you know we fiend for murder, f_ck n_gga fall, then you know his dumb ass f_cked (grrah)
soon as we bounced out on him, he knew it was over, we hit his dumb ass up
soon as he heard that switch, his b_tch ass flinched, still got his dumb ass struck (grrah)
soon as his got shot, he dropped his pipe, dumbass couldn’t even up (dumbass)
n_gga had dissed my dog, same night got shot, n_gga couldn’t run or duck
soon as we spinned that block, i dropped my mask, they ain’t even know it was us
n_ggas tryna beef with us, ain’t got no hats, that got his dumb ass touched (okay)
soon as we get the drop, we don’t never wanna wait, we just jump in the strike and rush
[verse 3: vonoff1700]
okay, last n_gga dissed on the gang got turned to a gang, we turned his ass to a blunt (dumbass, his dumb ass)
tell them n_ggas come outside, i’m tired of slidin’, been spinnin’ they sh_t for a month (come outside)
chase his ass down, hit his ass all in his head, then kick his sh_t like a punt (come here, come here)
we caught his goin’ on break, he ain’t get to eat, caught his ass tryna get lunch (his dumb ass)
run up on me, your dumb ass gon’ get shot, i’m too rich to be throwin’ a punch (for real)
baby, this an srt, lil’ three d_gg_n’ the jeep, make this b_tch do stunts (come on)

[verse 4: screwly g & vonoff1700]
lil’ c d_gg_n’ the jeep all down they street, we on they sh_t doin’ stunts
can’t catch a n_gga at the store or get us a lo’, f_ck it, we just gon’ hunt (we hunt)
soon as we spin that block, we catch us a face, we turn his ass to runtz (to weed)
caught a n_gga comin’ out the store tryna eat some chips, dumbass died tryna munch (his dumb ass)
we out spinnin’, it’s like 12 p.m., we caught a n_gga at brunch (his dumb ass)
two opps dead, they was a doa, they ain’t even get to blow they gun (sh_t)
i love when the opps shoot back, let’s bang out, that make this sh_t more fun (okay, come on)
von tryna bounce out the car while 12 on the block, man, his ass so dumb (my dumb ass)

[verse 5: vonoff1700]
pulled up two cars deep, box him right in, he ain’t even get the chance to run (okay, his dumb ass)
brand new glizzy, switch on the back of this b_tch, i need to go find me a drum
before i come out as a rat, i’ll k!ll myself, n_gga, i’ll cut off my tongue
hit his ass all in his chest, he would’ve been dead, but my dumb ass missed his lung

[verse 6: screwly g & vonoff1700]
.45 hit his chest, but he ain’t die, bro dumb ass missed his lungs (my dumb ass)
bounce out blowin’, jerk this b_tch real loud, n_gga thought he heard a bomb (okay)
opps ain’t gettin’ no money and sharin’ clothes (they broke ass), broke_ass n_ggas some bums (for real)
they wanna know ’bout the opps we shot, can’t count on hands, it’s more than a ton (you can’t)
[outro: vonoff1700]
for real, n_gga
it’s more than a ton, i’ll get the name of these n_ggas
these n_ggas so f_ckin’ dead, this sh_t don’t make no sense, on my dead homie
free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood, n_gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, n_gga, for real

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