Marc Witta C - Violate Lyrics

I'm at the table
I'm counting so much getting paper cuts
These f*cking labels don't pay enough
So, I'm saving up
They actin' like this impossible
They finessing on all o'yall
Running shit like an obstacle
But I'm waking up
Up out this hex
And getting haters up out the session
Man, f*ck it I can get reckless
These niggas get disrespected off in this bitch
Niggas get gitterish when shit pop off
I figured it's cause they got soft
Clitorises and knock off dresses
And now they mad
Cause a nigga got that raw flow
I'm bad, I'll sing the panties
Off ya braud bro
Yeah, this ain't nothing but some pimp shit
I got this shit sowed up wicked
If you ain't talking bout business
Then what you talking for
My chakra's bright
Yeah yeah
Swimmy might f*ck yo bitch
And I could help her vibrate higher
Got bitches singing
Like the goddamn choir
Y'all niggas mad
Because I'm on fire

Two tears in a bucket, nigga f*ck it
You be on that dumb shit
What you want then?
Come get this blunt lit
This function might turn into something
Let's parlae
Have my bitties come
Get me when they ready
Yeah, I got that loud
It bright just like confetti
Two bitches on my dick, it ain't nothing
We gettin' this money, we hustlin'
If you want some of it get the bussin'
We stack these hunnids
Violate? have my niggas pull all up on ya, dawg
F*ck them niggas
Cause I don't know not na'an one of y'all

These nigga's wild'n
They tryna have me blaze em up
These hoes be wild'n
They faker than a f*cking paper cup
They watching only to see me fall
I don't believe in y'all
This is achievable
Stop hating, bruh
All my connections
Stay lit like some intersections
My niggas stay with the flexin
My bitches be getting messy
They goin' hard
I suggest it'd be best
That you back off
'Fore we pull up, then we pull out
And then we blast off
I've been delirious
Like I'm Prince, dawg
And my experience isn't some shit
You're wishin' for
These nigga's playing off gimmicks
My heart just ain't got no limit
I'm breaking through every ceiling
Then coming back for the wall
I'ma rock the mic
I do this shit so proper like
I got that shit that you might like
I got that shit locked super tight
I'm blowing up in this building
As if I'm dynamite
Finna f*ck yo bitch in a minute
That's if she down tonight

Two tears in a bucket, nigga f*ck it
You be on that dumb shit
What you want then?
Come get this blunt lit
This function might turn into something
Let's parlae
Have my bitties come
Get me when they ready
Yeah, I got that loud
It bright just like confetti
Two bitches on my dick, it ain't nothing
We gettin' this money, we hustlin'
If you want some of it get the bussin'
Yeah, we stack these hunnids
Violate? Have my niggas run all up on ya, dawg
F*ck them niggas
Cause I don't know not na'an one of y'all