Phil Jackson Song Lyrics

Description:- ​​​​Phil Jackson Lyrics King Von ft. Polo G are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer King Von. This song is from What It Means To Be King album. This song will release on 4 March 2022.

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Song:– Phil Jackson

Singer:– King Von

Featuring:– Polo G

Album:– What It Means To Be King

Producer:– Chopsquad DJ

Written:– King Von & Polo G

Label:– Only The Family

Phil Jackson Lyrics King Von ft. Polo G

[Intro: Polo G & King Von]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Von

[Chorus: Polo G & King Von]
I keep calling 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 can 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 bitch 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 (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Hunnid shots, he’s still clappin’

[Verse 1: Polo G & King Von]
He think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been havin’ (Who?)
My squad don’t give no fuck, we touch shit up, just like I’m Bin Laden (Go)
Runnin’ to them bucks (Run), 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, now reload and I can’t see straight off the X, ’cause I just keep rollin’ (Yeah, I just keep rollin’)
Sippin’ Henny in my cup, I can’t keep focus (I been sippin’)
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it

[Verse 2: King Von]
You know Von (Von), I’m known to go in (Go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearin’ sew-ins (Yeah, yeah)
I got out, fucked five of her friends
Bet a bitch won’t cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get out that pill, I’m gon’ score and Shaq can’t stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that’s folk’s cousin (Yeah), man, fuck Lil Mister (Fuck, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a .40, I would never worry (Nah, nah)
Teacher ask me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I’m talkin’ about some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin’ Hail Mary’s (Grrah), you catch this, you gettin’ buried (Boom, boom, boom)
Smokin’ on that Terry Barry, they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay
I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Rah, rah)

[Chorus: Polo G & King Von]
I keep calling plays, like I’m Phil Jackson (Callin’ plays)
We got Glocks and ‘K’s, ’cause the field crackin’ (Huh? Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain, man, my lil’ vultures will snatch it ( What? Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don’t blink, ’cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain’t in no rush to save (Huh? Huh?), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin’? (Damn)
Baby AR make ’em fall down, hunnid shots, he’s still clappin’ (Rah, rah, rah)

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