Violenttimes Day Lyrics

Woo

Yeah, you know what time it is, man

Hustler back on deck, you dig

My homie told me, if you're broke, fix it

I told him, listen, I'm a mechanic, man. I bust sweats

Chumps wanna know what's up, don't worry about me

Worry about earthquakes and tornadoes, I'm good

Yeah, it's going down, yeah

Round, round, round, it's going down

Let's go

Round here, the shots go off

Round here, we let them shots go off

Cmon

Round here, we let them shots go off

Round here, we let them shots go off

Let them off

Round here, we let the shots go off

Round here we let the shots go off

You hear the cop sirens, glock firing

That's what's going on in the hood

Dudes posting up pumping

That's whats going on in the hood

They say it's all about smooth

I'm shallow how?, but somehow I manage to drain a little more out the pool

Fool, I painted pictures, departed to the rest

Back to the drawing board, but I ain't hard pressed

Nah, I press harder on the board I'm drawing on

Your heart beats shorter than the sleeve you wore it on

My heart beats stronger than the team you calling on

I'm a heartbeat from your corner, dawg

You ain't know

Basing with the hustler is troublesome

Till you have it coming to you

Now you understand where I'm coming from

Coming from a slum, i slumber some

Dirt nap, cats curse the earth that covered them

Ayo, I heard this kid cass thinking me

Till he heard them gates, murder was the case

Now he's free

You got respect to pay

You ever saw a walking car crash

You were drinking two steps away

You wear your heart on your sleeve, your name on your belt

Pull it together before I put your brain somewhere else

I'm a trendsetter, shotgun bench presser

Train chin checker, tailor made trim tester

The G-Pack packager, the eat that

Eat cap, lean back, now feed that back to her

I told old girl to hurry it up

Hitting the George Bush

I watched the John carry her stuff

I sold crack to stack

Throw it back in the pack

My little dude he cool

He hold my gat in his lap

Bust a move, he bust a dude sit back in the lac

I put him on this morn

Showed him a cracker to jack

Dressed to kill

I outfitted the outfit

Get it

Out with it or out with it

You out with it

I'm bout getting it

House hitting, you couch ridden

I figured if I house rid of him, his spouse getting it

Happy Violent Times Day, nigga