[Yungeen Ace]
Drum Dummie
Oh yeah, I don't give a fuck, bitch
When I bend the corner, you better duck, bitch
Ayy, they sayin' I promote violence
I'm the reason why these niggas dyin'
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm Don Dada, ho
Yeah, yeah
[Yungeen Ace]
Yeah, yeah, they keep on askin' me why I'm promotin' the violence
Them niggas pussies and they bitches, they ain't ever caught a body
See, I been thuggin' at an early age when I was locked in the cage
My brother Eddie came to see, it was nothin' but murder and rage
In my eyes, the street is violence and I'm slangin' that iron
Don't give a fuck who die today, bitch, when I catch 'em, he down
On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime
Just for the day, I die tomorrow, bitch, it's your life or mine
I blow my bitch when we be arguin', she said, "Boy, you hella childish"
She pick that phone up when I call 'cause in these skreets I be wylin'
And they say I'm the reason they killin'
'Cause they say I promote the violence
[Yungeen Ace]
Wait, who is that?
I don't give a fuck, push his shit back
I wanna hear the sound of the choppas clap
Circle the block to spin around where he be
And when you catch him, buss his head
I wanna put him to sleep, rest in peace
Them killers mad when they can't find the opps
But keep on sewrvin', can't hide forever
One day they gotta come out
Them niggas hidin' all the day
My niggas always popped out
You takin' pictures with them niggas
Don't get your ass cropped out
But I want 'em dead by Sunday
Do or die, bombaclaat, the only way
Murder scene, another opp out the way
Put your guns up (Blam, blam-blam, blam-blam, blam-blam-blam, blam)
[Yungeen Ace & King Von]
Yeah, yeah, they keep on askin' me why I'm promotin' the violence
Them niggas pussies and they bitches, they ain't ever caught a body
See, I been thuggin' at an early age when I was locked in the cage
My brother Eddie came to see, it was nothin' but murder and rage
In my eyes, the street is violence and I'm slangin' that iron
Don't give a fuck who die today, bitch, when I catch 'em, he down
On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime
Just for the day, I die tomorrow, bitch, it's your life or mine
I blow my bitch when we be arguin', she said, "Boy, you hella childish"
She pick that phone up when I call 'cause in these skreets I be wylin'
And they say I'm the reason they killin' (Boom, boom)
'Cause they say I promote the violence (Von)
[King Von]
See, I be on that nigga (Uh-huh)
Put four'n'em on that nigga
He ain't gangsta, but he playin' tough
I gotta show that nigga (I gotta show)
Gotta PJ 'em, poppin' out the cuts
I told him, "Phonk that nigga" (Boom, boom, boom)
Police come around, they askin' questions
"Nah, we don't know that nigga" ("Nah, we don't know")
Ain't got no older niggas (Uh)
Just me and my soldier niggas (What?)
Go on a drill and you get shot
Get on my shoulders, nigga (Get on my shoulders)
That nigga pussy, he a ho
You tryna mold that nigga (You tryna mold)
.223s left him in the street (Boom, boom)
Look like a boulder hit him (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitch, I be ridin' with my niggas (I be ridin')
In the winter, totin' fire with my niggas (Totin' fire)
It's barely even gettin' by with my niggas (Barely gettin' by)
Got a check, I'm gettin' high, fly with my niggas (We gettin' fly)
Yeah, yeah, drive-bys with my niggas (Boom, boom, boom)
Die L, Die Y for my niggas (Boom, boom)
Funerals, suit and tie for your niggas
She so many tears, this the only time I cry was for my niggas
Yeah, yeah
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