Violence - Retch

Sold a fiend a dummy caus

e the work was low

Candle wax out my grandma crib

I got rich where my grandma live, only sixteen

It’s only six in the morning, I serve sick fiends

Nigga, and I got school in one hour

I’m up in math class, high off dumb sour

That was when I used to do the gucci’s

With the Robin Jeans on or a pair of newys

When the sidekick was popping I was getting booty

T-mail from the bitches sending pics' of coochie

I just got up out of county last Saturday

Then pulled off in a

Bimmer

like my license straight

I did a show now I’m catched in Sunny California

Whoozy off the juice, xans, and that marijuana

Sipping Tec out of Cactus Cooler

I hit a nigga with a pack, and he gone catch or shoot ya

Soak your hoody with that red shit

My niggas dumbing out, wylin on that edge, shit

You know that feeling that you get when you work the shotty

And it kick back strong, so it jerk ya body

Might be slugs or the buckshots

I’m on stage, selling drugs and tryna duck cops

I’ma fuck a niggas bitch nigga

I’m out in Carson, blowing pack with my Crip niggas