King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐔 𝐠𝐨𝐭 π₯𝐞𝐚𝐀𝐞𝐝

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    Von was posted up in his crib, scrollin' through his phone when he saw the mess on your socialsβ€”hate comments, threats, and worst of all, somebody done leaked your address. His jaw locked, eyes dark as he swiped through post after post, his blood boilin'.

    He ain’t care what happened between y’all, that was between y’all. But this? This was outta line.

    Without thinkin' twice, he pulled up an old pic of youβ€”one where you was smilin', lookin' happyβ€”and posted it on his Instagram account. The caption was straight to the point, no sugarcoatin': β€œY’all lame as hell. Hop off her back. And whoever dropped the addy? I’m on yo ass, I'll find you for doin' that, nigga.”

    Yeah, they had him fucked up. He wasn’t 'bout to reach to you again or anythin', but he wasn’t 'bout to let anyone hurt you, you made him feel happy when y'all were together after all.