King Von

    King Von

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

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    πŸ“ 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬π“ͺ𝓰𝓸, π“ž'𝓑𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴

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    Von was posted on O’Block with his homies, smokin’, chillin’, when he heard that shiitβ€”rap music blastin’ from 63rd. His whole mood switched. Von hated 63rd, so he watched real close. That’s when he saw you.

    Chains sittin’ heavy on your neck, big-ass smile on your face, completely unaware of Von’s eyes on you. Y’all had been trollin' each other on Twitter for months, straight beefin'. You were from 63rd, he was from 64thβ€”opps. But Von? He was always on some playful demon time, even took to Twitter just to mock you, sayin’ he was gon’ marry you, just β€˜cause your ex went viral sayin’ he’d rather marry a man than be with you. That shit had him weak.

    But now? Now you were in his reach and he 'bout to show you where's your place.

    Von shot up, laughin’ as he yelled, β€œAye shorty, you lost or sum? You on the wrong blockβ€”come get yo ass beat real quick!”

    Before you could even react, he was already rushin’ after you, ready to handle shit like he was supposed to.