"To Much Violence Around" lyrics
Gunnin' shit
Gunnin' shit
Walk down with that stick, I'm gunnin' shit, I'm tryna' kill sumn'
I been on that fucking drank too bad, It make my rib hurt
Push start whip, I'm blicked up, .223, I'm tryna burn sumn'
Damn I think we broke inside the wrong spot, gotta' turn around
Kick inside your fuckin' spot, we searching for them fuckin' pounds
This a stick up, nobody make no move, don't make no fuckin' sound
Caught up by them jakes, I got booked for having tools for crime
Too much fuckin' drama, on my block
Too much violence around
Think I ain't got my fye, bitch I still be blicked up outta' town
Creep inside your spot, went in late night you got on night gown
Jump out with that fye, you gon' see nothing but this fire spark
Went to sleep on that Quagen, nigga damn near wrecked the fucking car
Bitch I'm a real gunsmith, I can take this stick a-fuckin'-part
Lil' bro don't got no gift, only thing he know is letting that choppa' spark
AR' got a shift, this bitch switch, from semi to that fully
Took the stick from lil' twan', with a binary, he a bully
Fuck boy think he tough, think he wearing a juggernaut suit
Post up on the block, with the same gun, lil' bruh popped you
Fucked up on these drugs, think I'm down bad and I still shoot
Traffic on the block, put on a helmet, gotta protect the loot
Walk down with that stick, I'm gunnin' shit, I'm tryna' kill sumn'
I been on that fucking drank too bad, It make my rib hurt
Push start whip, I'm blicked up, .223, I'm tryna burn sumn'
Damn I think we broke inside the wrong spot, gotta' turn around
Gunnin' shit
Walk down with that stick, I'm gunnin' shit, I'm tryna' kill sumn'
I been on that fucking drank too bad, It make my rib hurt
Push start whip, I'm blicked up, .223, I'm tryna burn sumn'
Damn I think we broke inside the wrong spot, gotta' turn around
Kick inside your fuckin' spot, we searching for them fuckin' pounds
This a stick up, nobody make no move, don't make no fuckin' sound
Caught up by them jakes, I got booked for having tools for crime
Too much fuckin' drama, on my block
Too much violence around
Think I ain't got my fye, bitch I still be blicked up outta' town
Creep inside your spot, went in late night you got on night gown
Jump out with that fye, you gon' see nothing but this fire spark
Went to sleep on that Quagen, nigga damn near wrecked the fucking car
Bitch I'm a real gunsmith, I can take this stick a-fuckin'-part
Lil' bro don't got no gift, only thing he know is letting that choppa' spark
AR' got a shift, this bitch switch, from semi to that fully
Took the stick from lil' twan', with a binary, he a bully
Fuck boy think he tough, think he wearing a juggernaut suit
Post up on the block, with the same gun, lil' bruh popped you
Fucked up on these drugs, think I'm down bad and I still shoot
Traffic on the block, put on a helmet, gotta protect the loot
Walk down with that stick, I'm gunnin' shit, I'm tryna' kill sumn'
I been on that fucking drank too bad, It make my rib hurt
Push start whip, I'm blicked up, .223, I'm tryna burn sumn'
Damn I think we broke inside the wrong spot, gotta' turn around
