Chose Violence

Let me give it to 'em
(Gotti Go) I got a whole lotta anger
Now I gotta hop out with that banger
Now I gotta treat you like a stranger
Pussy get offended
I ain't get this violent in a minute
They gon be surprised that I ain't kidding
Boy I know a bitch, she gon say Awh for the dick, but she don't got no time to see the dentist
Niggas take too long, motherfuck yo feature on my song, either way I drop it they gon feel it
Aye Aye!
No I ain't dissing, I'm only just stating facts
Been on them missions, I'm always gon make it back
In thirty minutes I'm making more than a rack
You niggas snitching, you nothing more than a rat (That's a fact)
You nothing more than a rodent
These niggas secretly hating like I ain't notice
I was 17 with a 40
These lil niggas getting extorted
Get the bread, stay focused

That's my boyfriend, were in Orlando together

Who are you?
Let me give it to 'em
Diri Kole Griot give me fos
Issa murder charge in my posh, I can't get let a nigga get me
DMMG niggas don't like to talk, you was asking for the boss so they motherfuckin sent me
Aye settle down we got plenty (Brrr)
I could make a whole hundred round go empty
These lil niggas be tryna tempt me
Aye what you do to make you so flat? (Aye what you do?)
Aye what you do to make them hoes mad?
Ion know, but they prolly was hating before that
It's okay, I won't smash
He gon kill 'bout the pussy
Just take the hoe back (What?)
I tried to hold back, but fuck it, ima gon head snap the whole track
I could make these hoes mad

(Haha) (Fawk)

Y'all done made me pissed off
You ain't been to Sample, she telling you where to get off
Listen how I shit talk
I could knock that bitch off
I could make her lips talk
Send her limp walk
Panties to the side (Why?)
Cause she like it with drawls
I could make a withdrawal
Nigga what's the jwet?
Nigga ima big dawg
She just want dick and to make a couple tik toks
Anything more, she might hurt her toe tryna kick rocks
No feature (No feature)
Never need em' (Never need)
It's Kaygo, on yo speakers (What)
Ima money making nigga, you a leecher
Don't wife her
Don't keep her
You could shake (You could shake)
I don't need ya
More importantly, fuck a libra
Cause if I gotta beat ya (Gotta what?)
Ima leave ya
What toting is illegal (Fah)
This a heater
Mother fuck you, and yo people
Dat my dawg mi amigo
Mi Casa, Esu Casa
Casamigos
I got people
I'm a Zoe boy
I speak kreyol
I eat
Griot
& I could switch up the flow and make it look evil
& I could call yo hoe and make her deepthroat
We 'posed to do 110 right on a speed boat
The AR go Brrr, just like it's Petho
I'm money Mitch and these other niggas be Rico
Tell them boys I'm money mitching it
If I, give you dick then don't you mention it (Ah)
Kaygo Gotti you the best
I done fell in love with UPS
I could pull up on you shoot the tec
Trade with my dawg, I could hold the glock for the week
How you chose violence, then come get knocked off ya feet?



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Writer(s): Princeley Dorvil
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