Welcome To O’Block “Why He Told” King Von Lyrics

DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
Von

Man, I don’t know why he told (Man, I don’t know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don’t know how he fold (Man, don’t know how)
He could’ve hit them with the script, but he ain’t sugar coated (But he ain’t nah)
He told them what he told ’em (Told ’em)
That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)
Gotta act like I don’t know him (Damn, damn)
Don’t call my phone, no more (Don’t call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don’t know what he on, no more (Don’t know what he on)
I even asked him, was it true? He told me, “Nah, lil’ bro” (He told me, “Nah”)
Bitch, what you lyin’ for?
You had me cryin’, bro, could’ve did that time, bro

Now we ain’t talkin’, nah (Now we ain’t talkin’)
And he ain’t even call my phone, no more
‘Cause ain’t nothin’ to talk about (Man, I don’t want to talk)
Nigga, you dead wrong, you left me on my own
‘Cause you ain’t real no more (Nah, you ain’t real)
This shit fucked up, niggas tellin’ on they guys
I don’t even wanna drill no more (I don’t even wanna drill)
I don’t even wanna drill no more (I don’t even wanna drill)

Bitch, I would’ve bonded you out
You could’ve stayed at my house
We would’ve figured it out
You took the easiest route
I wonder when he gettin’ out
Who he gon’ hang with now?
Man, this nigga dangerous now
He might end up taking me out, damn
He might end up taking me down, damn
Won’t feel safe if he around
Bronem ain’t gon’ like how this sound
‘Cause, bitch, you came up from the ground
You get hit with the TEC if you foul
Just be quiet ’cause these niggas loud

Man, I don’t know why he told (Man, I don’t know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don’t know how he fold (Man, don’t know how)
He could’ve hit them with the script, but he ain’t sugar coated (But he ain’t nah)
He told them what he told ’em (Told ’em)
That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)
Gotta act like I don’t know him (Damn, damn)
Don’t call my phone, no more (Don’t call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don’t know what he on, no more (Don’t know what he on)
I even asked him, was it true? He told me, “Nah, lil’ bro” (He told me, “Nah”)
Bitch, what you lyin’ for?
You had me cryin’, bro, could’ve did that time, bro

Oh, you a witness now?
The realest nigga that I knew
You done turnt Mickey Mouse
I heard they get you in that room
You put that business out
I bet they give your ass some food
Said you was gettin’ out
Now sit your dumb ass down

Bitch, I would’ve bonded you out
You could’ve stayed at my house
We would’ve figured it out
You took the easiest route
I wonder when he gettin’ out
Who he gon’ hang with now?
Man, this nigga dangerous now
He might end up taking me out, damn
He might end up taking me down, damn
Won’t feel safe if he around
Bronem ain’t gon’ like how this sound
‘Cause, bitch, you came up from the ground
You get hit with the TEC if you foul
Just be quiet ’cause these niggas loud

Man, I don’t know why he told (Man, I don’t know why)
That boy was realer than a bitch, man, I don’t know how he fold (Man, don’t know how)
He could’ve hit them with the script, but he ain’t sugar coated (But he ain’t nah)
He told them what he told ’em (Told ’em)
That was my brother, he bogus (He bogus)
Gotta act like I don’t know him (Damn, damn)
Don’t call my phone, no more (Don’t call my phone)
That nigga lied to me in my face, don’t know what he on, no more (Don’t know what he on)
I even asked him, was it true? He told me, “Nah, lil’ bro” (He told me, “Nah”)
Bitch, what you lyin’ for?
You had me cryin’, bro, could’ve did that time, bro

DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett