VIOLENCE YG
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[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
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
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