Lyrics:

As you leave the theater folks, please be careful
Dont let this (glass breaks) happen to your car

Ay, I dont trust no pig
Cops kill a nigga in the streets
Then dont do no bid
Oh you, Oh you, tryna keep me safe from Covid?
Used to be a poor kid, now the smoke potent
Dont worry what a hoe did, hoe shit
Poke her in both ends
Most these niggas be rodents
Nigga, you bogus!
Pocket full of posies, nigga is roses
Niggas want contact, Niggas want protest
I dont want no peace
Niggas my sons, but I gotta be a good dad
I dont want no beef
I dont owe a nigga shiiiiit!
Not, not a crumb
I bet these fuck ass niggas want me to bit5 my tongue
They dont like what I say
Want m5 to un-sing these songs I sung
But you cant take back them bullets them police put in your son
Take it how it come, yeah
Eyy bitch
Its Murd n Mercy
She slurp, then burp me
Make her twerk for me then ____
Smoking that bluegrass
Thats perfect
Yeah I preach, but bitch dont church me
Yall dont be hanging with nooo hooooes
Yall like Bert and Ernie
Bitch you a bird, bitch be chirpin
Bet she gon perch, whenever Im sturdy
Give her some ___?, give her some Burts Bees
When she around rappers, she get real flirty
Bitch, how you 20 think you the shit?
Prolly be mad by 26
Burnt out by 31
Single with 30 sons
She think Ima take her to brunch?
Shit, I just need to hit it once
She wanna fly Virgin, I put her on Spirit
She catching the holy ghost soon as I hit it
BOW!
Chorus:
God Loves Violence
And bitches hate silence
The rich hate riots
But niggas aint compliant
I find it odd as Im smoking on a hybrid
Okay you a mogul, whats a dollar to a titan?
If hers a plane, Im a pilot

I said, sometimes Im a bed shaker
Sometimes Im a bread maker
Dont doubt your intelligence
Cuz these niggas uneducated
How do you sleep after all of them artists you fucked over?
Usually the nigga who robbed you
Be somebody who know you
From your own hood!
Or your family maybe
Hating behind your back
But in your face, they be animated, like
Ugh, Bobby go tough
Ugh, I got the stuff
Ugh, call out your bluff
Cant hold me down
Cuz, as is below, so is above
Fuck off her makeup, Im making her blush
Hahaha, Eyy
Some cows graze in the grass
I just smoke the grass
She too young to hit
I dont want her ass
Im going to pass
Haha, holdup
Call me, call me Kamia
From Columbia
Eastside mafia
I was rocking furs
Michael Tyson Drugs
Bite her ear Van Gogh
Ghetto Dracula
Cocaine on my tongue