VIOLENCE

Lyrics

[Chorus] If we slidin', niggas dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin' Don't believe me, come and try, nigga Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin' What's up with all that writin', nigga? With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin' Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you niggas The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang Nigga, chains, I'm doin' life with niggas [Verse 1] Niggas 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 bitch in private Wake up, get fucked, then I get deposits He's a broke boy 'cause he don't get the process Four-hundred milli', that's a must, nigga No, I don't trust niggas, so I got a trust, nigga (Ayy) Plus the crib plush, nigga Seven-hundred horsepower, left 'em in the dust, nigga (Ayy) See an opp and get a rush, nigga Somethin' wrong with me, really, what the fuck is up, nigga? Beefin' with a rapper, but he suck, nigga I'm like the goose, when you see me, better duck, nigga [Chorus] If we slidin', niggas dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin' Don't believe me, come and try, nigga Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin' What's up with all that writin', nigga? With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin' Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you niggas The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang Nigga, chains, I'm doin' life with niggas [Verse 2] I'm in the streets where niggas be A hundred-thousand, it's on me, I move around like I'm OG You bitches, you ain't shit to me And you niggas, you ain't shit to me, you'll never be a nick to me All my mans dyin' and it's a victory Ballin' now with my nigga, send a check, we split the fee Niggas tryna re-write history Claimin' he's a nigga in my city, he's a mystery Fuck it, hit the light to the trunk Quick fast, got to pump, do 'em sad, sad as fuck The opps trash, bag 'em up His bitch bad, bad as fuck, slaughter gang, stab her up I'm on some whole other drip now The AP Plain Jane, but I bust your bitch down Ridin' with the bros and we got blicks out Real street nigga, over me, they gon' spin out [Chorus] If we slidin', niggas dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin' Don't believe me, come and try, nigga Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin' What's up with all that writin', nigga? With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin' Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you niggas The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang Nigga, chains, I'm doin' life with niggas [Outro] JUST RE'D UP 3