Violent

[Hook – Ca$h Out] All of my niggas they violent All of my niggas they wyling Sticking they chopper out the window Everybody grab extendos Jump out the car, and all you hear is Jump out the car, and all you hear is Jump out the car, and all you hear is All of my niggas they violent [Verse 1 – Ca$h Out] Come to your house, like some intruders Keep the strap on me, all up in hooters I ain’t even tripping, I know the game come with snakes Try to cross me, you crossing a nigga who got cake Bloody summer, up the murder rate Got to test the shooters, better not hesitate Let a nigga play with me, his pussy ass dead yesterday Mike & Ikes on that stick, Put Mike & Ikes on your bitch What goes around comes around, I heard that karma is a bitch Pull up on a nigga, you talking bout taking what? What’s the situation? Bullets penetrating Feels good to go to war when your cake up Bullets kissing niggas, go ahead and make up All of my niggas they violent [Hook] [Verse 2 – OG Maco] All of my niggas they violent Dudes with Rugers trained to murk the foolish Paratrooping, got the drop on em [?], we got Glocks for em Wyling out, busting twin cannons AR singing like Mariah, leave em there High and buying bags and [?], tryna fry this lil chicken nigga Melon splitting, all those killers thinking So precise, talking dame dizzle But it’s raining rounds so they can’t miss em Every victim used to be an issue 7 thousand just to spend on pistols And them [?] will rearrange your gristle Seven six to a scud missile Scrub nigga, call me mister clean All you see is beams, red on em, got the green light Youngins with me ain’t been living right You’ll take a chance and they’ll take your life AK on em with the lighter knife MAC 11 with the night sights Type bring guns to a knife fight Still stab a nigga cause it’s on sight If I owe you I'mma get right, yeah! [Hook] [Verse 3 – Skippa Da Flippa] All of my niggas they violent All of my shots they silent One thing bout my gang They all gon bust, even who driving Can’t flex, I love to shoot the MAC 10s Make a blood bath, 6 feet in the deep end Put the barrel to his chin if he six ten Only pull out the vector on the weekends I forgot I keep a pump like the trapper Yeah I shop at Jefferies, but I am no butler I stay doing deep shit like I am Jay Cutler Remix the [?] like DJ Flip Mustard Shoot at his lungs till they turn to linguini Italian boss shit, all I eat is fettuccini You better know Flippa squeeze till it’s empty Hit em with the semi, and skrt off in the [?] One thing about it, you know I shoot fast Small and big chopper I call em [?] I’m a true drinker, it’s lean in my flask Lots of green in my face like I’m the mask Give my lil nigga a task, he gone pass We might load em up, Flippa we shoot real fast [?] ripped out and I keep ten mags I seen your bitch lately and she look like trash [Hook]