Violent Livin

(CashMoneyAP) Ayy (Give a Give a f*ck 'bout no opp shit, chopstick, mopstick) You know? Like, I stay to myself Feel me? So like, keep me out of all that Bullshit, you feel me? If you f*ck with me Do that F*ck that extra shit, pussy-ass (Ha ha) I be living life violent It ain’t hard to notice that I Need a Louis Vuitton bitch Relocate on the island Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda Even though that I'm styling I call this shit perfect timing, got The world on my shoulder I might hit with my iron out Quick to put up a opp Like a billboard or poster In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock F*ck a holster Let me tell you how I came from the bottom Was a jit when I seen a Nigga hit with that chopper Daddy sold dope, I ain't listen to my mama Bitch, you stayed in a Beef on petty-ass drama Now I’m right here, right now Counting these commas Man, they want me to die 'cause I'm rich What the f*ck? But Big Boy Power, he ain't never cared Big Boy Power let it hit, he'll never tell I'm tired of these lame Ass hoes brainwashing jit's Bitch, go get some money and jump off my dick I'm just chasing the bag Bitch, I'm getting them mad Run up on me, you’ll get popped like a tag Big boy shooter, he’ll run up, no mask Bitch, I'm a young gunner I ain’t never go for no f*ck shit Up shit, bust shit, know we gon' tuck shit I be living life violent It ain't hard to notice that I Need a Louis Vuitton bitch Relocate on the island Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda Even though that I'm styling I call this shit perfect timing, got The world on my shoulder I might hit with my iron out Quick to put up a opp Like a billboard or poster In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock F*ck a holster I f*ck ten bitches a week Ain’t no need for no sheets 'cause I f*ck 'em without a condom Big old stick on G-23, watch him bleed In the street, when it's up Send him to the doctor Probably sipping codeine on the corner with Killers and dealers, lil' woadie He having bodies Call him Mr rich Rolling who came Out the ghetto hundred percent, bitch My diamonds flawless I be living life violent It ain't hard to notice that I Need a Louis Vuitton bitch Relocate on the island Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda Even though that I'm styling I call this shit perfect timing, got The world on my shoulder I might hit with my iron out Quick to put up a opp Like a billboard or poster In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock F*ck a holster Cuban link chain Harriet Tubman, it's choking Hundred racks on your brain I'ma put it in motion Every day, I sip on purp', purple potion Two styrofoam got me moving slow motion She from New York, she the baddest Lil' baddie, Balmain my denim Lil' drip in the ocean Snuck in line 'bout my pocket They cornered, then blast it Bet my youngin go up just to get him a Rollie I be living life violent It ain't hard to notice that I Need a Louis Vuitton bitch Relocate on the island Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda Even though that I'm styling I call this shit perfect timing, got The world on my shoulder I might hit with my iron out Quick to put up a opp Like a billboard or poster In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock F*ck a holster Came from the bottom, nah, that shit wasn't Easy, I, I got locked up, you feel Me? You feel me? Shot up, all that F*ck shit, went through all that, did that Don't get your wigged snatched Though, pussy-ass nigga Know Big Boy Power go dummy yeah Grrt