VIOLENCE lyrics

[Chorus]
If we slidin', n*ggas dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin'
Don't believe me, come and try, n*gga
Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin'
What's up with all that writin', n*gga?
With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin'
Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you n*ggas
The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang
n*gga, chains, I'm doin' life with n*ggas

[Verse 1]
n*ggas dyin' if we slidin', hit your block with what's behind me
Click, clack, bang, the glizzy flyin'
Glizzy with a stick on it, the glizzy poppin'
Caught him slippin', we weren't tryna hide it, sick, stick to hidin'
Your gang can't hang with me, I should divide it
Gangstеr on the internet, but hе a whole b*tch in private
Wake up, get f*cked, then I get deposits
He's a broke boy 'cause he don't get the process
Four-hundred milli', that's a must, n*gga
No, I don't trust n*ggas, so I got a trust, n*gga (Ayy)
Plus the crib plush, n*gga
Seven-hundred horsepower, left 'em in the dust, n*gga (Ayy)
See an opp and get a rush, n*gga
Somethin' wrong with me, really, what the f*ck is up, n*gga?
Beefin' with a rapper, but he suck, n*gga
I'm like the goose, when you see me, better duck, n*gga
[Chorus]
If we slidin', n*ggas dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin'
Don't believe me, come and try, n*gga
Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin'
What's up with all that writin', n*gga?
With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin'
Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you n*ggas
The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang
n*gga, chains, I'm doin' life with n*ggas

[Verse 2]
I'm in the streets where n*ggas be
A hundred-thousand, it's on me, I move around like I'm OG
You b*tches, you ain't sh*t to me
And you n*ggas, you ain't sh*t to me, you'll never be a nick to me
All my mans dyin' and it's a victory
Ballin' now with my n*gga, send a check, we split the fee
n*ggas tryna re-write history
Claimin' he's a n*gga in my city, he's a mystery
f*ck it, hit the light to the trunk
Quick fast, got to pump, do 'em sad, sad as f*ck
The opps trash, bag 'em up
His b*tch bad, bad as f*ck, slaughter gang, stab her up
I'm on some whole other drip now
The AP Plain Jane, but I bust your b*tch down
Ridin' with the bros and we got blicks out
Real street n*gga, over me, they gon' spin out
[Chorus]
If we slidin', n*ggas dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin'
Don't believe me, come and try, n*gga
Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin'
What's up with all that writin', n*gga?
With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin'
Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you n*ggas
The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang
n*gga, chains, I'm doin' life with n*ggas

[Outro]
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