Oh, it get violent
Uh, ayy, yeah, no Crayola, it get violent, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Wait, I got him (come here), I ain't sparing shit (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nah, we ain't bowling, I'ma strike out like a bitch (come here, come on)
Pistol toting and this Glock do got a kick, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Jaden Smith, Karate Kid, this bitch got kick (come on)
No, I don't gangbang, but I do bang bang (ayy)
Turn your wifebeater SuWoop, oops, Blood Gang, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I ain't say a thing, ketchup, leave a stain (come on, come on)
Uh, I'm with the YJB, wait, what the gang he claim? Yeah (f*ck)
We don't know nothin', we don't show nothin', yeah (at all)
Question marks all 'round the room, see who the whole hundred (yeah)
Janitor, we love them brooms, come and sweep up somethin' (come on)
Forgis on the yellow school bus, you see me comin' (that's Nine)
Ayy, he got to runnin', Forrest Gump, I went to dump him (come here, come on)
Ayy, it must be Easter, ain't no eggs, but I went huntin' (ayy, yeah)
Uh, ain't talkin' rifles, couple semis and some Tommies, yeah
Armed, but f*ck a vest, you need a helmet for your skully, uh
Ayy, I'm talkin' 'bout your grapefruit, your cantaloupe (oh yeah, your head)
Ayy, your hammerhead, watermelon, not your toe (okay, he gone)
Green light, all my niggas, we on go (okay, we on)
Like some paper, I swear I won't never fold, yeah (yeah, come on)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
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Oh, it get violent
Uh, ayy, yeah, no Crayola, it get violent, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Wait, I got him (come here), I ain't sparing shit (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nah, we ain't bowling, I'ma strike out like a bitch (come here, come on)
Pistol toting and this Glock do got a kick, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Jaden Smith, Karate Kid, this bitch got kick (come on)
No, I don't gangbang, but I do bang bang (ayy)
Turn your wifebeater SuWoop, oops, Blood Gang, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I ain't say a thing, ketchup, leave a stain (come on, come on)
Uh, I'm with the YJB, wait, what the gang he claim? Yeah (f*ck)
We don't know nothin', we don't show nothin', yeah (at all)
Question marks all 'round the room, see who the whole hundred (yeah)
Janitor, we love them brooms, come and sweep up somethin' (come on)
Forgis on the yellow school bus, you see me comin' (that's Nine)
Ayy, he got to runnin', Forrest Gump, I went to dump him (come here, come on)
Ayy, it must be Easter, ain't no eggs, but I went huntin' (ayy, yeah)
Uh, ain't talkin' rifles, couple semis and some Tommies, yeah
Armed, but f*ck a vest, you need a helmet for your skully, uh
Ayy, I'm talkin' 'bout your grapefruit, your cantaloupe (oh yeah, your head)
Ayy, your hammerhead, watermelon, not your toe (okay, he gone)
Green light, all my niggas, we on go (okay, we on)
Like some paper, I swear I won't never fold, yeah (yeah, come on)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Uh, ayy, yeah, no Crayola, it get violent, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Wait, I got him (come here), I ain't sparing shit (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nah, we ain't bowling, I'ma strike out like a bitch (come here, come on)
Pistol toting and this Glock do got a kick, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Jaden Smith, Karate Kid, this bitch got kick (come on)
No, I don't gangbang, but I do bang bang (ayy)
Turn your wifebeater SuWoop, oops, Blood Gang, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I ain't say a thing, ketchup, leave a stain (come on, come on)
Uh, I'm with the YJB, wait, what the gang he claim? Yeah (f*ck)
We don't know nothin', we don't show nothin', yeah (at all)
Question marks all 'round the room, see who the whole hundred (yeah)
Janitor, we love them brooms, come and sweep up somethin' (come on)
Forgis on the yellow school bus, you see me comin' (that's Nine)
Ayy, he got to runnin', Forrest Gump, I went to dump him (come here, come on)
Ayy, it must be Easter, ain't no eggs, but I went huntin' (ayy, yeah)
Uh, ain't talkin' rifles, couple semis and some Tommies, yeah
Armed, but f*ck a vest, you need a helmet for your skully, uh
Ayy, I'm talkin' 'bout your grapefruit, your cantaloupe (oh yeah, your head)
Ayy, your hammerhead, watermelon, not your toe (okay, he gone)
Green light, all my niggas, we on go (okay, we on)
Like some paper, I swear I won't never fold, yeah (yeah, come on)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (come on)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (ayy)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent (yeah)
My shooters real steppers, tip-toe, move in silence (ayy, man)
Chewing on his teeth, mollies eating up his body (come on)
He move or even look wrong, lil' 30 spot him, pop him (grraow)
Writer: Jacquavious Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC