Violence pt 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Testing testing
Haha woooooooo
b*tch I'm NASCAR who are you?

[Post-Chorus]
Fist f*ck, b*tch I'm boutta run this up
Nut make a b*tch hiccup
Up high, ridin' on the I 95, plotting on my next drive-by
Bossed up, now I’m only counting dollars
And my soul up for offer
Suck me, f*ck with me it can get ugly
Glock make him do the dougie

[Chorus]
Violence, I love violence
I love violence, I love violence

[Verse]
sh*thead, pull up on ya' lean like six debt
Big bet, she chew my di*k like a Big Red
Vintage, Vivienne all on my chest
And this one-of-one there's no where you can get that
You wanna f*ck her? I already hit that
I'll rob you pussies I won't give yo' sh*t back
This Desert Eagle turn skulls into Kit-Kat's
Yo' b*tch at my crib you know where my di*k at
b*tch I, Got a big bite
Japanese b*tch, like a hentai
And I'm gifted, hoe I'm godlike
Hit the damn mic then I ignite
Gotta wrist look, just like p*ss right
You f*cking idiots making me sick I
Feel like Gideon I am the sh*t I
Need Ramona to come suck this di*k right
Too much dope b*tch I opened up the window
Misery in the back, rolling up the endo
I remember back when life was so damn simple
Tats on my face and all you got is pimples
Used to smoke skip now I'm smoking extendo
I grip the choppa when they give the signal
I f*cked yo' b*tch left my nut on her dimple
b*tch I am NASCAR you f*cks should be fearful
[Outro]
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