VIOLATE (feat. COLE THE VII)

Gang When I pack this one, don't run Tell a man keep to the left, don't push Get back, you don't wanna get misunderstood I don't play no games, energy like Doucet Back your ting down, wave, shawty, she's a creme brulee Back your ting down, wave, I'll please Tell a you, go get my P and an at-chat suit I don't care, just please And they still just hate on me Rise like dust in speech, let me ride in a black taxi Talk very loud, you get booted in a black seat You don't give two fucks, get snitched All those, how embarrassing My three steps, my bro, my kill, he sadly He go put in a win But, that's how it gets round here Splash him up, chill and make man swim When I get a read, chill and make man sing Back from Lars, yeah, but it's nothing like Binz Don't hold that speech in Don't hold that beat in Whether I f*ck you, scream and slap you, ting, hobo meanin But, you don't wanna get round me I roll with my G's When I cork it back and spin it Fresh pride, or I have my sauce And YD ain't ever been touched And no man can violate my G And if he did, trust me Watch your back, be aware, my G When you meet, you don't wanna get beat Arch your back and make you hold your cheese And I'll G, cause you scream, now big, but, but That won't repeat, my G Call for days like Kush When I back, this one don't run Tell a man, get to the left and push Get back, you don't wanna get misunderstood I don't play no games NMD, like Dico said Back your ting, don't wave Shawty, she's a creme brulee I explain to bro Any how that I catch you Chillin' with the up boys, TC You can get poked, different level up can go Welcome to the party, we pop smoke Two arms at the back, we blow, we blow Don't come and force my bro Cause you get chucked in a backseat Next door step on bros, like, yo, what's goodies I beg a man, chat, be my Billy Slap my Philly, meet my Ricky But this ain't the NBA Still save my face, get back, like, twit I'm so tryna yank them man in hoodies Yeah, my heart and shines in Philly I don't know what I did to you, f*ck I can't roll with a pagan Kill a man, love, talk, it's amazing I still got my bally on face My bally on face, tryna get man shaven I can see them, like, raving And I still catch shots, like, maiden Don't get small, like bacon Activation, tryna make man Asian Call for days, like Krush When I pack, this one don't run Kill a man, kick to the left and push Get back, you don't wanna get misunderstood I don't play no games NMD, like Dico said Back your ting, don't wave Shawty, she's a creme brulee Call yourself a ghost