Violin Lyrics

A nigga looked up and I took off like a comet

Just left Milwaukee for the bucks, a nigga feel like Giannis

My face got booked for a couple grams, I ain't care for the comments

I'm startin' a generation, now I'm done with DJ Drama

They like big Tz where you been, man, we been needin' more raps

I'm southwest of Atlanta in Mobile and that ain't no cap

I'm payin' golf without a caddy, pull a driver won't lack

These two hands touch a couple baggies it ain't

tackle the whole stack

I fill my fronto full of trees, I'm smokin forest in da gump

I can't bumble with no fiends, cause they'll sting ya bout a bump

Elephant inside the room, I nose down like a trunk

My lil' cousin's stick , make niggas fly like he a witch or some

Check the black and white, they's skunk

Niggas pussy, call him cunt

He a rookie, think he president, so I'mma call him Trump

He can't breathe without his stick, so I'mma call that gun a lung

Ain't no playground, but know some niggas that a slide for FUNds

Big Chrome, came home and still made everything but a Bombay

And ever since, my niggas been on top just like a pomade

I fuck my whip up goin' way too fast, you think the car came

I been on roll inside this rap shit, like I done called names

I grew up in a city with some different type of niggas

You'll grow up with the victim, and a grow up with the killer

Situation's violent, you should never play the fiddle

Rugrats, a come through with that tommy every pistol got some pickles

A nigga looked up and I took off like a Comet

Just left Milwaukee for the bucks, a nigga

feel like Giannis

My face got booked for a couple grams, I

ain't caring for the comments

I'm starting a generation, now I'm done

with DJ drama

They like, Big Tz where you been, man, we been needing more raps

I'm southwest of Atlanta and Mobile and that ain't no cap

I'm playing golf without a caddy, pulled a driver, won't lack

These two hands touch a couple baggies it ain't

tackle the whole sack, uh, yeah, ain't tackle the whole sack, uh

South of Mobile and that ain't no cap, yeah

Smokin' forest in the gump, like a witch or some

That lean got em drunk, can't breathe without his gun ima call it lung, uh, uh