King Von - Broke Opps (Official Video)
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Official music video by King Von - Broke Opps © 2020 Forever and a Day, LLC / EMPIRE
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DJ on the beat so it's a bang, pull up and get em, that bullet ripped through his tissue
and two out his gristle, it was a nickel and a cigar and that bitch sound like a missile,
he know I'm official, do not let wolf in this shit boy you know I'm official
I'ma get you, ain't want nobody with him I wore a nine in the shoes, can't nobody fit him
I popped a perky at thirty, I'm hiding the bitch boy, ain't nobody hurt him
If I take a L, I'm back on that corner, I'm hustling, ain't nobody serve him
Get booked cause somebody's up, he told, I know that I deserve him
Get caught, I'm closing his curtains, we scold another conversion
Designing your bitch, all of this, I sew my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas
Speaking of Christmas, go get your whore, I be climbing all up in the chain
We sharing the whore, if she friendly, ain't seeing me going, he missing
Won't see me in the back of a Bentley Hop out and I'm blowin' this rent
Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-ass Yo MVP, that bitch my sideline
Just a wild lil' nigga from the Southside Nigga killed yo homie, yo, need to come outside
Fucked yo bitch on purpose Them bulls came in, we workin'
My soul come on, she twerkin' All I ask is be broke, they hurtin'
My niggas, they too official Send a text, they get right with you
Y'all was on, playin' monkey in the middle We was tryna put on for some guns when I was little
If you still alive, we gon' meet him at the splitter On a jail call, gotta talk in the room
Brooke say she love me, she gon' tap my ni**a
N***a move fast, I'll get the ball and like a whistle
Fuck that, let's talk about Louis and Miri and Gucci and Prada and shit
When I go to the store, they close the door and they bringing me bottles and shit
Fuck that, let's talk about that lil' 150 I spent with my lawyer on shit
My gun don't punch a kid, get with that shit or get hit in yo' shit
Pull up and get up, that boy lit up through his tits, you went two out his grisha
It was a nickel and a cigar, and that bitch sound like a missile
He know I'm official, you not a wolf in this shit, boy, you know I'm a game changer
Ain't nobody with him, I wasn't in his shoes
Ain't nobody fit him, woke up ain't doing no driving
Your MVP that bitch my side, just a wild lil nigga from the south side
Nigga kill your homie, yo nigga come outside, fuck your bitch on purpose
Them bo's came in we workin', my soul come on she twerkin'
All our opps be broke they hurtin'
