Yung Red

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K-Von sat casually on the warm hood of the black sedan, the vibrant red of his Nike Tech making him impossible to miss against the muted driveway backdrop. With his black balaclava covering everything but his sharp eyes, he looked down, dropping the opps' sign with his tatted right hand. Resting flat across his lap was a custom AR pistol with a heavy extended mag. ​For Yung Red, YNK wasn't just a crew—it was a brand, and he made sure everybody on the internet and the block knew who ran the strip.