All these niggas know that they get violent, Ayy And if he talkin' on the game, I let that
Chopper spray I had that nigga on his knees like he was
Bout to pray Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna
Play Yes sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent
His ass up And I'm walkin' down they block, you know I'm
Masked up Steady talkin' on the gang, that get you
Clapped up That's gon' get you clapped at
Runnin' up on me, I put your motherf*ckin' hat back
Got 2-2-3s all in my pocket, told that nigga, catch that
I got that nigga drac, but it's in my f*ckin' backpack
He all up in my face, so I told that jit, get back, back
Told that girl to hop off, she a rider She keep askin' for my name, so I lied her
I said my name really M3, but I provide ya
I'm smokin' gas, I need a blunt like where my lighter
All these niggas know that they get violent, Ayy And if he talkin' on the gang, I let that
Chopper spray I had that nigga on his knees like he was
About to pray Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna
Play Yes, sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent
His ass up And I'm walkin' down the block, you know I'm
Masked up steady talkin' on the gang, I get you
Clapped up Chopper spray, even though he got a K
Them hallows, still gon' hit his face I know that you be flaggin', I don't even
Got the time of day He said he be out poppin' shit, like, what
The f*ck you tryna say? I f*ck her from the back, she said it's
Good, so she still wanna stay I said, hell nah, bitch, you gotta go, go
Put on your clothes I'm on wheels, I'm ridin' with the bros
Hop out with that pole Heard he dissin' on them bros, so I had
To send him four Why he cappin' on the gram, why we don't
Know where he go? All these niggas know that they get violent
And if he talkin' on the gang, I let that chopper spray
I had that nigga on his knees like he was about to pray
Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna play
Yes, sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent his ass up
And I'm walkin' down the block, you know I'm masked up
Steady talkin' on the gang, get you clapped up
Get you clapped up
M3-FASHO - Violent Lyrics
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All these niggas know that they get violent, Ayy And if he talkin' on the game, I let that
Chopper spray I had that nigga on his knees like he was
Bout to pray Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna
Play Yes sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent
His ass up And I'm walkin' down they block, you know I'm
Masked up Steady talkin' on the gang, that get you
Clapped up That's gon' get you clapped at
Runnin' up on me, I put your motherf*ckin' hat back
Got 2-2-3s all in my pocket, told that nigga, catch that
I got that nigga drac, but it's in my f*ckin' backpack
He all up in my face, so I told that jit, get back, back
Told that girl to hop off, she a rider She keep askin' for my name, so I lied her
I said my name really M3, but I provide ya
I'm smokin' gas, I need a blunt like where my lighter
All these niggas know that they get violent, Ayy And if he talkin' on the gang, I let that
Chopper spray I had that nigga on his knees like he was
About to pray Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna
Play Yes, sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent
His ass up And I'm walkin' down the block, you know I'm
Masked up steady talkin' on the gang, I get you
Clapped up Chopper spray, even though he got a K
Them hallows, still gon' hit his face I know that you be flaggin', I don't even
Got the time of day He said he be out poppin' shit, like, what
The f*ck you tryna say? I f*ck her from the back, she said it's
Good, so she still wanna stay I said, hell nah, bitch, you gotta go, go
Put on your clothes I'm on wheels, I'm ridin' with the bros
Hop out with that pole Heard he dissin' on them bros, so I had
To send him four Why he cappin' on the gram, why we don't
Know where he go? All these niggas know that they get violent
And if he talkin' on the gang, I let that chopper spray
I had that nigga on his knees like he was about to pray
Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna play
Yes, sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent his ass up
And I'm walkin' down the block, you know I'm masked up
Steady talkin' on the gang, get you clapped up
Get you clapped up
Chopper spray I had that nigga on his knees like he was
Bout to pray Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna
Play Yes sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent
His ass up And I'm walkin' down they block, you know I'm
Masked up Steady talkin' on the gang, that get you
Clapped up That's gon' get you clapped at
Runnin' up on me, I put your motherf*ckin' hat back
Got 2-2-3s all in my pocket, told that nigga, catch that
I got that nigga drac, but it's in my f*ckin' backpack
He all up in my face, so I told that jit, get back, back
Told that girl to hop off, she a rider She keep askin' for my name, so I lied her
I said my name really M3, but I provide ya
I'm smokin' gas, I need a blunt like where my lighter
All these niggas know that they get violent, Ayy And if he talkin' on the gang, I let that
Chopper spray I had that nigga on his knees like he was
About to pray Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna
Play Yes, sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent
His ass up And I'm walkin' down the block, you know I'm
Masked up steady talkin' on the gang, I get you
Clapped up Chopper spray, even though he got a K
Them hallows, still gon' hit his face I know that you be flaggin', I don't even
Got the time of day He said he be out poppin' shit, like, what
The f*ck you tryna say? I f*ck her from the back, she said it's
Good, so she still wanna stay I said, hell nah, bitch, you gotta go, go
Put on your clothes I'm on wheels, I'm ridin' with the bros
Hop out with that pole Heard he dissin' on them bros, so I had
To send him four Why he cappin' on the gram, why we don't
Know where he go? All these niggas know that they get violent
And if he talkin' on the gang, I let that chopper spray
I had that nigga on his knees like he was about to pray
Got 2-2-3s and hollow tips, no, I ain't tryna play
Yes, sir, I ain't tryna hear him talk, I sent his ass up
And I'm walkin' down the block, you know I'm masked up
Steady talkin' on the gang, get you clapped up
Get you clapped up
Writer: M3 FASHO
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