Violation Songtext
von LNDN DRGS

Everyday a nigga wake up to the same shit

Gang shit, homies robbin′ niggas for they chains quick
Out of towners think this shit is bool but watch the game flip
We not letting half these rap niggas pass the gates in
Circle small caved in, only fuck with made men
You know who they are nigga, I don't have to name them
Step up out the house, gang strikes up on the pavement
Pull up to the store and grab a Faygo for my drank bitch
And amigo gas stations, always let my hoe pump
′Cause usually I'm flamed up
Saggin' in some red chucks

Little homies in the backseat like they will bust
Trust no bitch, and rarely no nigga
It be the ones closest to you homie, go figure
In my lifetime I seen it all like old Jigga
Niggas serving smokers out they Tilton house slippers

Pitching hard balls by the hoes, Cal Ripken


Throw on a new piece from 3P
My life is Black Sabbath, rolling up the sweet leaf
It′s been like three weeks

And I only made like three beats
I had to reheat the sweet tea
Right up on the stove top, right next to the reed reed
Grab the extra ammunition, load the street sweep
And I pee pee on these weak links
We cannot build, we cannot link
I′m staying warm out in Iceland with a hot mink
Take a dip in the hot springs
And we playing Björk, I got a stack on my fork

Roll through the storm with the vibes that I'm on
Got her high from the song, this that audio dope
I got work for the low, got a trunk full of snow
You gon′ need an extra nose to sniff all this coke
All I know is do my thing and represent for my folks
They always speak in competition but that's something they don′t want
Bitch better come back with 500 or more
Or I'ma bring her back in front of the store, collect my money
Drop my top, then I lit up the gas when it′s sunny


Wolf pack, lurking around the hood, stash the onions
Everywhere I go, my first question, where the money?
Lighting backwoods, I smoke them bitches on my lonely
I'm not tryna make friends, I'm tryna make ends
A little Henny on the rocks is where the story begins
This shit history in the making, pleasure leads to my steel

Number one rule in the streets is either kill or be killed