Video Phil Jackson de King Von 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

King Von - Phil Jackson Lyrics

Phil Jackson Song Lyrics
Phil Jackson by King Von Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Von)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson
We got Glocks and K's 'cause the field crackin' (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Nah), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My b**ch bad like she will not behave (Huh?), she get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn), what if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah), hundred shots, he still clappin'

You know Von, I'm known to go in (Go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearin' sew-ins (Yeah, yeah)
I got out, f**ked five of her friends (Von)
Bet a b**ch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main b**ch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie's sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (Yeah), man, f**k your homie's sister (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a 40, I wasn't never worried (Nah, nah)
Teacher asked me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' 'bout some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin' Hail Marys (Grrah), you catch this, you gettin' buried (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Berry, they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay, I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Grrah, grrah)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (Callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (Huh?) 'cause the field crackin' (Go, huh?)
Goofy better tuck his chain, my lil' vultures will snatch it (Von, Von)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Damn, damn, damn)
I ain't in no rush to save (Yeah), I drove real fast (Huh?)
My b**ch bad like she will not behave, she get real ratchet (I just keep goin')
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin'?
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hundred shots, he still clappin'

He think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been havin' (Who?)
My squad don't give no f**k, we tear sh*t up just like I'm Bin Laden (Go)
Runnin' to them bucks (Huh?), my Gucci scuffed (Run), now I got rich habits (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don't quit cappin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh (Yeah), now reload
And I can't see straight off the X 'cause I just keep rollin' (I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus (I be sippin')
He cuffed that b**ch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it (Grrah, grrah)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (Callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (Huh?) 'cause the field crackin' (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Von, huh?), I drove real fast (Nah, nah)
My b**ch bad like she will not behave (What?), she get real ratchet (Yeah, grrah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn), what if I was still trappin'? (Huh? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Grrah), hundred shots, he still clappin' (Grrah, grrah)