Letra de VIOLENCE - YG

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

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

Gangster on the internet, but he 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

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

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

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