Funkmaster Flex - Lurkin (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: King Von & Funkmaster Flex] Haha, grr Von, Von, Von (That hard, BMC) [Verse 1: King Von] Young ni**a, twenty-six, never had a job (Huh?) They never gave a ni**a sh*t, so I had to rob I was walkin' ni**as down, they ain't have a car (Yeah) Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain't gettin' far (Boom) Too sad, he was talkin' bad, now he in the stars (Boom) Who is that? We don't give a fu*k, he ain't one of ours Switch the car, hit 'em high (Woah), get caught, play it smart Find you out, you will stop, hit the gas, livin' large (Uh) [Chorus: King Von] Damn, you know we ain't squashin' no beef (No beef) My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road We leavin' this sh*t in the streets (Boom, boom) Got some shorties outside and they lurkin' for me, uh (Huh?) They ain't lurkin' for free (Yeah) Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat [Verse 2: Polo G] Uh, young ni**a, twenty-two, ten M's up 2021, X7, fu*k a Benz truck Twenty-four shots in his FN tucked Playing, at the Heaven gates is where he gon' end up If I'm comin' in your club, then I brought the Glock Opps pull up, they won't make it out the parking lot My lil' ni**a keep shootin' 'til his target drop Treat his head like a cig when we spark his top I be feelin' like I'm still in the field Pipe clutchin' while I'm whippin' the wheel I can't tell my lil' hitters to chill I'm from the 'Raq, where the killers get killed Like "Where he at?" Now his sh*t gettin' spilled This is all facts, sh*t I'm spittin' is real Ain't no drive-bys, walkin' up on the drill Charged for a homicide, prayin' for an appeal Was broke, stuck in the hood, now I live in the hills [Chorus: King Von] Damn, you know we ain't squashin' no beef (No beef) My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road We leavin' this sh*t in the streets (Boom, boom) Got some shorties outside and they lurkin' for me, uh (Huh?) They ain't lurkin' for free (Yeah) Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat [Verse 3: King Von] But lately, I been tryna be cool (Cool) 'Cause I know the kids, they watch what I do (Damn) And I know the feds, they watchin' me too (Huh?) But ni**as ain't stoppin' me, I'm sendin' this b*tch to the moon We shoot them boys fast, say, "Give 'em a broom" (Damn) This one for Patoon (Boom) If you ain't see his ass, you'll see him at noon (Uh-huh, what?) Put him on the news (Boom, boom) This how it go (You know how it go) Better keep your pole (Better keep your pole) Better not move slow (Not move slow) Boys on a roll (Them boys on a) Them boys tried to score (Them boys tried to score) Boys ain't gon' go (Boys ain't gon' go) That boy ain't no ho (That boy ain't no ho) I'm lettin' you know, I'm lettin' you know [Chorus: King Von] Damn, you know we ain't squashin' no beef (No beef) My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road We leavin' this sh*t in the streets (Boom, boom) Got some shorties outside and they lurkin' for me, uh (Huh?) They ain't lurkin' for free (Yeah) Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat