Retch - Violence

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Sold a fiend a dummy caus
e the work was low
Candle wax out my grandma crib
I got rich where my grandma live, only sixteen
It’s only six in the morning, I serve sick fiends
Nigga, and I got school in one hour
I’m up in math class, high off dumb sour
That was when I used to do the gucci’s
With the Robin Jeans on or a pair of newys
When the sidekick was popping I was getting booty
T-mail from the bitches sending pics' of coochie
I just got up out of county last Saturday
Then pulled off in a
Bimmer
like my license straight
I did a show now I’m catched in Sunny California
Whoozy off the juice, xans, and that marijuana
Sipping Tec out of Cactus Cooler
I hit a nigga with a pack, and he gone catch or shoot ya
Soak your hoody with that red shit
My niggas dumbing out, wylin on that edge, shit
You know that feeling that you get when you work the shotty
And it kick back strong, so it jerk ya body
Might be slugs or the buckshots
I’m on stage, selling drugs and tryna duck cops
I’ma fuck a niggas bitch nigga
I’m out in Carson, blowing pack with my Crip niggas