Letras
(Welcome to Violet)
Spent 35 on these garments, .45 on my hip, yeah
I'm in LA sippin' mud my nigga, ain't sippin' no tris
Got niggas that shoot out the gym, they uppin' that score, no assists
My twin crash out with that rod, like fuck it, it is what it is, yeah
.45 on my hip, yeah
Count up and I dip, yeah
Bad hoes in the mix, yeah
Yeen livin' like this, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
Tell 'em my shooter don't miss, yeah
Put that shit on, ain't miss on a fit yet
La Ferrari, this shit not no Veight
I was juggin' niggas, that was free pape
I gotta run these bands up for my niece sake
My brother locked in prison over free base
Way that I'm livin' might think I'm a Freemason
Ain't hearin' shit that you said, bitch
Baby we high 'til the morning come geek through the night 'til we hit a new day
Double tree telly got double cups, pour up the deuce of the muhfuckin' red
Yeah, slide out in coupes and this money could make ya bitch move or get up off the X, yeah, yeah
Spent 35 on these garments, .45 on my hip, yeah
I'm in LA sippin' mud my nigga, ain't sippin' no tris
Got niggas that shoot out the gym, they uppin' that score, no assists
My twin crash out with that rod, like fuck it, it is what it is, yeah
.45 on my hip, yeah
Count up and I dip, yeah
Bad hoes in the mix, yeah
Yeen livin' like this, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
My shooter don't miss, yeah
Spent 35 on these garments, .45 on my hip (kills)
(Truth is, love kills)
I'm in LA sippin' mud my nigga, ain't sippin' no tris (kills)
(Love kills, Love kills)
Got niggas that shoot out the gym, they uppin' that score, no assists (kills)
(Truth is, love kills)
My twin crash out with that rod, like fuck it, it is what it is, yeah (Kills)
(Love kills, love kills)