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[Intro: NIKOWOODYEAR]
Welcome to Violet
(Yeah, and this sh*t 'bout to bump, okay)
Yeah, woah

[Verse 1: NIKOWOODYEAR]
They wanna hate? That's cool
They wanna hang? Grab noose
Yeah, and all of these n*ggas a nuisance (Yeah, wait)
She talkin' to me and the sh*t, it don't make sense, get it, trust
I'm makin' plays and these n*ggas on MyPlayer
I put this gold on my left wrist, she wanna feel on my Cartier
All it takes is one emoji if I wanna feel on that body, yeah
I pull out twenty, she wan' hold it
When I drop this sh*t, I'm outta here
Yeah, I couldn't make this sh*t clearer
He stare at a b*tch when he look in the mirror
She ride on the di*k like a bike
If I paint this sh*t red, oh my God, it's gon' look like Akira
Thirty-thousand on the diamonds
You point the flash at this, the colors will make it look queer
My steppers, they walk in Miharas
My b*tch rock Balenci', this money got plenty to share
MLK died for this, take black diamonds, I mix them sh*ts with the Karens
She really value a rich n*gga, word
If I tell her to change, she gon' switch her appearance
Okay, it's cool, it's up, take trips to the bank
His money low, he flyin' Spirit
He callin' on spirits to make this sh*t happen, I'm near it, yeah
I'm scoring eleven like Klay and I just went and poured up drank
Don't sip no green around me, I might f*ck around and have to spit in yo' face, b*tch
I just went up on n*ggas and they do not know what to say, yeah
I'm finishin' up my tape, this my sorry for the wait, yeah
[Bridge: Skreet 2x]
I can't say I'm sorry for p*ssin' on n*ggas, I'll put a lil' b*tch in the grave
Like roll up a 'Wood on my way to the top and I took it all straight to the brain
I call up my momma and tell her I'm sorry for everything, I took the blame
Like I saw my old b*tch and I know she sh*tty, just look what a n*gga became

[Verse 2: Skreet 2x]
Like b*tch, I made a lil' paper that's non-negotiable
Then muscle up and went to the bank, b*tch, my receipt just read out motion
I had replaced my heart with hate because a b*tch just left me broken
I do a b*tch like figure eight just how I f*ck and keep sh*t rollin'
b*tch, they say, "2x, you the chosen one," I'm knowing
Say I like hoes that keep sh*t quiet, no commotion
Just touched a million did that sh*t with no promotion
I called my momma when I hit it said I'm chosen
And b*tch, I flooded out my teeth
Then I went and got a crib
I did that sh*t because I'm Skreet, a n*gga couldn't wear my bib
Like n*gga, run up and get zipped
Like n*gga, pull up and get clipped
Like n*gga, get up out my Jif
My n*gga Fetty out yo' script

[Outro: Skreet 2x]
And they say, "2x, you the chosen one," I'm knowing
Say I buy pistols when I get in my emotions
And I bought diamonds 'cause a b*tch had left me broken
What's left unsaid is understood, sh*t go unspoken
b*tch, I make music just to drown out all commotion
And they say, "2x, you—" Y’all get the notion