VonOff1700 - Vonno Da Fox lyrics

VonOff1700

VonOff1700 [Davon Meeks] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸

[VonOff1700 - Vonno Da Fox lyrics]

[Intro]
We turnt up, not burnt up, nigga diss on the gang
Gon' get his dumb ass sent up
Free Famous, nigga, free Three, nigga,
Free Morrie, nigga, free the whole gang
Alright, come on (Come on, okay)

[Chorus]
We tote on Glocks and shoot at opps
And we high-speed on cops
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, we gone)
I like your J, then that sh*t took
Call me Vonno The Fox
(Give me that, dumbass)
Last nigga dissed the gang got put in a box
(With his dumb ass)
The opps just dropped a song
That sh*t so weak, get sh*t off
The aux (That sh*t ass)
SRT Jeep fast, I do the dash (Rrah)
This **tch fresh off a lot (This fast)


Bounce out and shoot and I
Don't stop 'til I see bodies drop
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, 'til niggas fall)
Caught that nigga tryna get a cut and
We shot up the shop
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, his dumb ass)
Beat up his ride and that **tch
Can't move (Dumbass)
We left it smokin' hot (**tch)

[Verse]
They not outside (What the f*ck?)
So I'm gon' takе a piss up
On they block (They **tch ass)
We run thе 'Raq, go ask around
TG got sh*t on lock
(We got this sh*t all through the city)
Caught him tryna get some chicken
And left his pot (His dumb ass)
We take niggas down
Don't come around talkin' 'bout do swap
For swap (Trade for trade, dumbass)
Roll him up, who you smokin'?
**tch, we smokin' Top (His dead ass)
Don't come outside, he think it's sweet
So we gon' smoke his pop
(So we gon' kill his dad, kill his dad)
Think with his d*ck, so when we k**led him
We shot off his cock (His d*ck, his dumb ass)
I ain't the fightin' type, I ain't gon' lie, **tch
I'll smoke The Rock (You know that)
That nigga had some money on my head
And then he fuckin' clocked (What the f*ck?)
I'm the youngest turnt guy through the door
And I ain't had to knock (You know that)
Rollie on my wrist, this **tch be dancin'
It don't tick-tock (It be dancin')
ARP with sixty rounds, this **tch can fold
And it came with a stock
(Rrah, rrah, with a stock, for real)

[Chorus]
We tote on Glocks and shoot at opps
And we high-speed on cops
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, we gone)
I like your J, then that sh*t took
Call me Vonno The Fox
(Give me that, dumbass)
Last nigga dissed the gang got
Put in a box (With his dumb ass)
The opps just dropped a song
That sh*t so weak
Get sh*t off the aux (That sh*t ass)
SRT Jeep fast, I do the dash (Rrah)
This **tch fresh off a lot (This fast)
Bounce out and shoot and I
Don't stop 'til I see bodies drop
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, 'til niggas fall)
Caught that nigga tryna get a cut and
We shot up the shop
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, his dumb ass)
Beat up his ride and that **tch
Can't move, we left it smokin' hot
(**tch)

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