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yg - violence lyrics

[chorus]
if you slidin’, n_ggas dyin’, with that violence, i ain’t lyin’

what’s up with all that writin’, n_gga?
with the shootin’ and the fightin’, got em fryin’
best friends with a dyk_ ’cause we don’t like you n_ggas
the money callin’, i’m excited, flyin’ private with the gang
n_gga, chains, i’m doin’ life with n_ggas

[verse 1]
n_ggas dyin’ if we slidin’, hit your block with what’s behind me
cl!ck, 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 thе internet, but he a wholе b_tch in private
wake up, get f_cked, then i get deposits
he’s a broke boy ’cause he don’t get the process
four_hundred milli’, that’s a must, n_gga
no, i don’t trust n_ggas, so i got a trust, n_gga (ayy)
plus the crib plush, n_gga
seven_hundred horsepower, left ’em in the dust, n_gga (ayy)
see an opp and get a rush, n_gga
somethin’ wrong with me, really, what the f_ck is up, n_gga?
beefin’ with a rapper, but he suck, n_gga
i’m like the goose, when you see me, better duck, n_gga
[chorus]
if you slidin’, n_ggas dyin’, with that violence, i ain’t lyin’
don’t believe me, come and try, n_gga
caught him slippin’, perfect timin’, when he dissed me, he was top
what’s up with all that writin’, n_gga?
with the shootin’ and the fightin’, got em fryin’
best friends with a dyk_ ’cause we don’t like you n_ggas
the money callin’, i’m excited, flyin’ private with the gang
n_gga, chains, i’m doin’ life with n_ggas

[verse 2]
i’m in the streets where n_ggas be
a hundred_thousand, it’s on me, i move around like i’m og
you b_tches, you ain’t sh_t to me
and you n_ggas, you ain’t sh_t to me, you’ll never be a nick to me
all my mans dyin’ and it’s a victory
ballin’ now with my n_gga, send a check, we split the fee
n_ggas tryna re_write history
claimin’ he’s a n_gga in my city, he’s a mystery
f_ck it, hit the light to the trunk
quick fast, got to pump, do ’em sad, sad as f_ck
the opps trash, bag ’em up
his b_tch bad, bad as f_ck, slaughter gang, stab her up
i’m on some whole other drip now
the ap plain jane, but i bust your b_tch down
ridin’ with the bros and we got bl!cks out
real street n_gga, over me, they gon’ spin out
[chorus]
if you slidin’, n_ggas dyin’, with that violence, i ain’t lyin’
don’t believe me, come and try, n_gga
caught him slippin’, perfect timin’, when he dissed me, he was top
what’s up with all that writin’, n_gga?
with the shootin’ and the fightin’, got em fryin’
best friends with a dyk_ ’cause we don’t like you n_ggas
the money callin’, i’m excited, flyin’ private with the gang
n_gga, chains, i’m doin’ life with n_ggas

- yg lyrics

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