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King Von

Dayvon Daquan Bennett, known professionally as King Von, was an American rapper from Chicago, Illinois. He was signed to Lil Durk's record label Only the Family and Empire Distribution Born: August 9, 1994, Chicago, IL Died: November 6, 2020, Atlanta, GA Full name: Dayvon Daquan Bennett Date of burial: November 15, 2020 Record labels: EMPIRE, Only the Family Genre: Hip hop music, Drill music, Trap music, Gangsta rap, Hip-Hop/Rap more »

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(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

They call that boy HitMan (huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom)
He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He should be labelled a marksman 
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (nah)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) 
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom)
They call that boy HitMan (what?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom)
He gettin' up close (huh?), Turn that boy to a ghost
He should be labelled a marksman (yeah, yeah)
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (come here)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) 
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom) 
They call that boy HitMan

See, I'm in the streets, and they in the way like a speed hump (boom, drill)
I jumped off that porch and started smokin' shit (boom)
Keep a stick on me like a tree trunk (boom, boom)
I been drillin' shit for a long time (long time)
I turned this shit into a hobby, nigga (uh-huh)
He was tryna make it to the NBA (what?) 
And I was tryna catch me a body, nigga (boom, boom, boom)
Coolin' with gang and some older niggas, they was showin' me how to move (how to move)
Catch me on the block, totin' mops and slidin' on the opps when I'm not at school
Lurk and caught a nigga then I rocked his ass (slide, ride)
By the third shot, hollow dropped his ass (boom, boom)
I stood over him and then I sparked his ass
They done red taped and brown boxed his ass (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like what's up now? He should never lacked with his goofy ass (nah)
They done came back and tried to slide for 'em (bitch-ass nigga)
But they missed, what the f*ck was they shootin' at? (Huh?)
I be shootin', them niggas ain't shootin' back (boom)
He ain't movin', I think he in cardiac (boom, boom)
Got some niggas locked down up in Pontiac 
Take the soul out his chest, he ain't comin' back (boom, boom)

They call that boy HitMan (huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom)
He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He should be labelled a marksman 
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (nah)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) 
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom)
They call that boy HitMan (what?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom)
He gettin' up close (huh?), turn that boy to a ghost
He should be labelled a marksman (yeah, yeah)
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (come here)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) 
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom) 
They call that boy HitMan

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