VIOLATE ft. COLE THE VII Lyrics

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 fuck 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, fuck 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