[Intro: DJ] Rest in peace Blood Money Rest in peace Lil Rob Rest in peace Odee Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers
[Hook: Fredo Santana] Glo'd up, taking selfies, I'm so selfish This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a shellfish Hold up, say you got work but what you sellin'? Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin' Violence, violence, I'ma start some violence Violence, violence, all my nigga violent Violence, violence, don't make me start a riot Violence, violence, all my niggas violent
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Violence, violence, my money keep on pilin' These bitches be so childish, these niggas be some actors Blessin' to you bitches, I'm the motherfuckin' pastor 30 on my waist, don't make me turn your ass to Casper Make me do a drill, do a hit, after my last blunt These bitches ain't shit, that's why I fuck then I pass on Baby you don't know me, acting like my homie Coolin' in the trap somewhere smokin' OG Watchin' out for ops and I'm watchin' out for police My trap doin' numbers, got me ballin' like I'm Kobe, like I'm Kobe Don't make me blank out and turn to the old me
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino] I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, that's why I tell promoters I don't drink Champagne, shit I'd much rather be sober It be chronic or Gin & Tonic, I'm so predominantly winning On all this rap shit, the king of comedy And writing, and all this acting This ain't an act though, it's facts yo I'm fucking hot bro, this shit Tobasco Violence, violence, watch these niggas wildin' Talkin' shit internet to my face, silence These critics is fuckin' haters, they love to hate yo But wouldn't say that shit to Fredo cause they afraid yo They don't feel him, no they don't feel him, they in they feelin's He could rap but he shouldn't, tried to kill him, they couldn't No one else understood him, he's a joke Then why your favorite rapper asking me for help? Oh I swear to God, oh I swear to God We the realest niggas, ask my fuckin' squad My money talk, you silent My weed loud, you silent My Tesla engine is silent And you soft, more than college, oh Slidin' in your top five, let 'em hate on that lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
