[Intro: King Von]
(Ay Hollo, run that hoe back)
Yeah
(Raw Equity)
Von
Yeah
Von
(Hollo)
Yeah, yeah
(Aye Hollo, turn me up)
Uh
Von

[Chorus: King Von]
AR 15, Vince Carter (Yeah)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Boom, boom)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Yeah)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (What?)
Grew up with a mother, no father (No father)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (No farther)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (Bitch)
E-way, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker (Chris Tucker)
AR 15, Vince Carter (Vince Carter)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Boom, boom)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Gon' follow)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (Your father)
Grew up with a mother, no father (No father)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (No farther)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (What?)
E-way, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker (Chris Tucker, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: King Von & Shoebox Baby]
I did more hits than the Beatles, my heart be cold as a freezer (Cold as a freezer, yeah)
This MAC got three, four bodies on it
In the hood I got stripes like a zebra (Stripes like a zebra, yeah)
Cocaine be whiter than Jesus
He'll run to buy your ass anything (Yeah, yeah)
This gun I got on me'll kill you, this bitch got a .30 shot magazine (Boom, boom)
I send this bitch to the moon, I tote the mop, get wet, get swept like a broom (Gang, gang)
I do this shit for Patoon
They laughed and joked about that, and now he on the news
I can teach you how to move (Huh, what?), the walk and talk and shit, bitch think that I'm cute (Yeah, come on)
Thousand dollars for some shoes (Yeah, come on), Amiris, Givenchy (It's Box), my pockets be stuffed with them blues (Come on)

[Chorus: Shoebox Baby]
AR 15, Vince Carter
Shot you, well, beg my pardon
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Uh-huh)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (Yeah, come on)
Grew up with a mother, no father (It's Box)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (Yeah)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (It's Box)
E-way, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker (Come on)
AR 15, Vince Carter (Come on)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Bitch)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Come on)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (Yeah, It's Box)
Grew up with a mother, no father (Yeah, come on)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (Yeah, It's Box)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (Yeah, come on)
E-way, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker (Yeah, come on)
[Verse 2: Shoebox Baby]
We do this shit for V.Roy, he tryna diss, now he on the 'Gram makin' noise
My lil bitch, she unemployed, but she givin' 20k out a few in Illinois
See, I got the Glock with the switch, don't care 'bout shit, I'll hit him and his bitch
See dude got caught in the mix, that shit crazy, he died before he got rich
Gang fights, shootouts, then and every day
Foe 'nem high on the block smokin' Mary J'
Catch a opp tryna walk through the gangway
And we 'bout the main gate, bullets flyin' every way
My lil bitch live on the opps, when I pick her up, I gotta clutch on the Glock
If she playin' she gettin' shot
Dead, deceased, that's she on the news at 5 o'clock

[Chorus: Shoebox Baby]
AR 15, Vince Carter
Shot you, well, beg my pardon
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Come on, come on)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (Come on)
Grew up with a mother, no father (Yeah, It's Box)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (Yeah, It's Box)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (Yeah, It's Box)
E-way, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Outro: Shoebox Baby]
Long live The King