King Von, Boss Top - Shameless (Remix) lyrics

Broad day with the Drac' (Baow)
Broad day with the SK
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Broad day with the fifty
Hang out the window
Get busy
(Baow)
Pop out the car, stand over opps
Everybody get busy
(Brrt, baow)
Dripping like sinks from drip (Drip)
Fucking her on the throat, don't kiss her
(Don't kiss her)
Bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T. in the woods
(In the woods)
Ballin' hard, Dominique Wilkins
Leave a nigga stackin' like cheddar
(Cheddar)
Fuck niggas all in they feelings
(In they feelings)
Money stacked tall to the ceiling
(To the ceiling)
And I got raw in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
Fucking hoes then we fucking another bitches
(Bitches)
Bitch, we running up digit's
(Running digit's)
Thе state, they label mе menace (We a menace)
Lost T.Roy, I'm standing on business (Yeah)
Twenty-nine to your Boss could kill him
(Boaw)
The pain, I really don't feel it
(Don't feel it)
The rain, I really don't feel it
(Don't feel it)
Man, you niggas don't get it (Don't get it)
Lost Cheno, this a whole different feeling
(Different feeling)
My lil' cousin became a victim (Yeah)
The state try to say Von was blicking (Boaw)
But we already know that he innocent
(That he innocent)
Durk got booked, he was innocent
(He innocent)
I'm stepping on niggas necks, Timberlands
(Timberlands)
Bitch, I got rack like the Wimbledon (Racks)
Fucking on, no Gwendolin (No Gwendolin)
Take down the plug, he a middle man
(Middle man)
Bitch, I'm a killer and gentleman
(Gentleman)
And I'm fresh as hell like a mannequin
(Mannequin)
Light this bitch up like an ambulance
They falling over, they scrambling (Yeah)
You play with your life then you gambling
(Then you gambling)
I move like the motherfucker president (Yeah)
All these goofy-ass rappers irrelevant
(Irrelevant)
When I go to club the metal in (The metal in)
Any nigga tryna play that bitch
"He ain't make it" what the
Doctors keep telling 'em
The shells burning and tearing him

The shells burning and tearing him
The shells burning and tearing him
The shells burning and tearing him
The shells burning and tearing him
The shells burning and tearing him
The shells burning and tearing him
"He ain't make it"
What the doctors keep telling 'em
The shells burning and tearing him (Von)

Niggas bitches
(Huh?) , for my day ones
Niggas I risk it (Uh
Huh)
That nigga shot T.Roy, I missed it
(I missed it)
I was in jail so folks done killed him
(Boom, boom)
Got out, this shit was different (It was)
Zoo told me Bruh was tricking (What?)
Edogg got shot, he limping (Damn)
Too close that hurt my feelings (Uh, uh)
See, I was in the streets in
The middle of the beef
When most niggas of my age
Don't even come outside
(I was)
And I was packin' heat
It was ninety degrees
(Uh, huh)
I was makin' niggas freeze in the summertime
(What? Boom)
I'm the type of nigga gon' be
Late when it's time to die
(Uh, huh)
The type of nigga kill your
Brother on your mama side
(Boom, boom)
I'm the first nigga in the car
When it's time to ride
(Uh, huh)
Got the Ms, twenty-five beat a homicide
On gang
(Damn, damn)
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But, that just me (But, that just me)
Won't duck no beef (Won't duck no beef)
Won't call no peace (I won't, nah)
Won't lose no sleep (Won't lose no sleep)
But, that just me (But, that just me)
Won't duck no beef (Won't duck no beef)
Won't call no peace (I won't, nah)
Won't lose no sleep (Won't lose no sleep)

I was up in jail when JMoney died (I was)
Hard time, I was thinkin' 'bout homicide
(Damn)
No cryin', I'll be out by the summertime
(On God)
Drum on my gun
Got me lookin' like a drummer now
(Boom, boom)
Go buy a new crib in the 'burbs for mama
(Yeah! Yeah)
Used to fuck with my brother
I don't know if I can trust him
(Yeah, nah)
Gotta wipe the gun off if
You know that you touched
Gotta wipe the gun off if
You know that you touched
(Gang, gang)
Who you kill though? (Who?)
And, I got some homies dead I'd kill for
(Uh, uh)
How the opps got a deal
And they still broke?
(How?)
I be steppin' on niggas necks
With a steel toe
My heart been broke once
And it's still broke
(Damn)
If I see the opps by twelve I'll still blow
(Boom, boom)
Never turn on my hood, I'm the real G.O.A.T
Never turn on my hood, I'm the real G.O.A.T
(Gang)