Grew Up Around Violence lyrics

by

Young Thug


[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Pass me the ball I’mma muhf*cking sco’ (swoosh)
Maison Margiela my b*tch tippy-toe (Maison Margiela that b*tch)
Bih gotta take her shoes off at the door (shoes off hoe, c’mon)
I am no officer, I don't cuff hoes
b*tches be surprised, I'm stiff arming hoes like a Heisman
Thirsty ass b*tch you conniving
Pockets on fat and they swole like a robber
These n*ggas broke and they lame, they need [?]
f*cking with thotties [?] in Follies
I got the heat in that b*tch no Pat Riley
Came from the trenches I grew up around violence

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Don’t f*ck with no b*tches long distance
I need a quickie I just need a minute
Soon as I f*ck that little b*tch man I’m dipping
Ask all the strippers yeah I’m a big tipper
Word around town them young n*ggas winning
Overlapping n*ggas I’m at the finish
Really need ducks in like we going fishing
Cook up in the lab like I am a chemist
These n*ggas know that they rats and they snitching
I don't play soccer but I do be kicking
Slaughter your daughter that b*tch came up missing
I saw the struggle came up in them trenches
n*gga talk sh*t get a hundred round missile
I walked in the building fly like a frisbee
Pay these lil' pretty lil' b*tches tuition
I walk right in and they stand like attention
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Pass me the ball I’mma muhf*cking sco’ (swoosh)
Maison Margiela my b*tch tippy-toe (Maison Margiela that b*tch)
Bih gotta take her shoes off at the door (shoes off hoe, c’mon)
I am no officer, I don't cuff hoes
b*tches be surprised, I'm stiff arming hoes like a Heisman
Thirsty ass b*tch you conniving
Pockets on fat and they swole like a robber
These n*ggas broke and they lame, they need [?]
f*cking with thotties [?] in Follies
I got the heat in that b*tch no Pat Riley
Came from the trenches I grew up around violence

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in the street like a muhf*cker
Pull up with your mom like a muhf*cker
I pull up, hop out of the Rari now she wanna buy a forest (shhjeezskkkrt)
Don’t worry bout picking no fit, my b*tch yellow like Safari (whhaat?)
I got a super secret interest, and I make the Rari tread a billion
I smoke on a garden keep it with me
Them bloods will keep it with me
I hop out the car its full of semis, you tryna make em envy
Leave in the car and keep it rental, we still got them P’s like we Miller

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Pass the ball I’mma motherf*ckin’ sco’ (swoosh)
Maison Margiela my b*tch tippy-toe (Maison Margiela that b*tch)
Gotta take her shoes off at the door (shoes off hoe, c’mon)
I am no officer, I do not cuff hoes
b*tches be surprised, step on a hoe like a Heisman
Thirsty ass b*tch you connivin’
Came from the trenches I grew Up Around Violence
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