Free my nigga man he so in love with violence
Free my niggas man they so in love with violence
All my brothers ride with choppas right beside them
If you ever see me, it's Balenci's that I'm rocking
Got my name all in her mouth cause I'm a topic
Bet I pull up on that boy and make him drop dead
Heard that lil boy been alone like f*ckin' cop shit
He can't even hang around yo f*ckin' block bitch
Got a mop stick and the whole spot quick
Steady takin' L's heard he wifed a lil' thot bitch
Got her on my back lil' boy ain't playin' bout that nonsense
I done been through hell, came back nigga I ain't got no conscience
Steady on that hot shit, I come and we pop shit
Man if Gucci never lose, then you know me, shit, I'm steady winning
Got Giuseppe on my shoes and got mileage up on all my women
Countin' up the blues like my brodie bitch he really crippin'
We gon' leave a bruise, we gon' put him on the news
I done spent like fifteen hundred on a pendant that I only wore once
Need another, and another 'till I get it froze up
Smoke runts, tote guns, and my lean poured up
Four's up, close up, drop it in the soda
Made a big bag off of selling .223's
And he big mad cause he cannot f*ck with me
Keep a lil' gat riding with me shotty all the time though
And I swear this money always be up on my mind though
Free my niggas man they so in love with violence
All my brothers ride with choppas right beside them
If you ever see me, it's Balenci's that I'm rocking
Got my name all in her mouth cause I'm a topic
Wris - Violence (feat. BigBabyGucci) Lyrics
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Free my nigga man he so in love with violence
Free my niggas man they so in love with violence
All my brothers ride with choppas right beside them
If you ever see me, it's Balenci's that I'm rocking
Got my name all in her mouth cause I'm a topic
Bet I pull up on that boy and make him drop dead
Heard that lil boy been alone like f*ckin' cop shit
He can't even hang around yo f*ckin' block bitch
Got a mop stick and the whole spot quick
Steady takin' L's heard he wifed a lil' thot bitch
Got her on my back lil' boy ain't playin' bout that nonsense
I done been through hell, came back nigga I ain't got no conscience
Steady on that hot shit, I come and we pop shit
Man if Gucci never lose, then you know me, shit, I'm steady winning
Got Giuseppe on my shoes and got mileage up on all my women
Countin' up the blues like my brodie bitch he really crippin'
We gon' leave a bruise, we gon' put him on the news
I done spent like fifteen hundred on a pendant that I only wore once
Need another, and another 'till I get it froze up
Smoke runts, tote guns, and my lean poured up
Four's up, close up, drop it in the soda
Made a big bag off of selling .223's
And he big mad cause he cannot f*ck with me
Keep a lil' gat riding with me shotty all the time though
And I swear this money always be up on my mind though
Free my niggas man they so in love with violence
All my brothers ride with choppas right beside them
If you ever see me, it's Balenci's that I'm rocking
Got my name all in her mouth cause I'm a topic
Free my niggas man they so in love with violence
All my brothers ride with choppas right beside them
If you ever see me, it's Balenci's that I'm rocking
Got my name all in her mouth cause I'm a topic
Bet I pull up on that boy and make him drop dead
Heard that lil boy been alone like f*ckin' cop shit
He can't even hang around yo f*ckin' block bitch
Got a mop stick and the whole spot quick
Steady takin' L's heard he wifed a lil' thot bitch
Got her on my back lil' boy ain't playin' bout that nonsense
I done been through hell, came back nigga I ain't got no conscience
Steady on that hot shit, I come and we pop shit
Man if Gucci never lose, then you know me, shit, I'm steady winning
Got Giuseppe on my shoes and got mileage up on all my women
Countin' up the blues like my brodie bitch he really crippin'
We gon' leave a bruise, we gon' put him on the news
I done spent like fifteen hundred on a pendant that I only wore once
Need another, and another 'till I get it froze up
Smoke runts, tote guns, and my lean poured up
Four's up, close up, drop it in the soda
Made a big bag off of selling .223's
And he big mad cause he cannot f*ck with me
Keep a lil' gat riding with me shotty all the time though
And I swear this money always be up on my mind though
Free my niggas man they so in love with violence
All my brothers ride with choppas right beside them
If you ever see me, it's Balenci's that I'm rocking
Got my name all in her mouth cause I'm a topic
Writer: James Haley, Richard Tony
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