Brokeasf, Quando Rondo - Violent Livin lyrics

(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy (Give a Give a fuck 'bout no opp shit, chopstick, mopstick)
You know? Like, I stay to myself
Feel me? So like, keep me out of all that
Bullshit, you feel me? If you fuck with me
Do that
Fuck that extra shit, pussy-ass (Ha ha)

I be living life violent
It ain’t hard to notice that I
Need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island
Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda
Even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got
The world on my shoulder
I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp
Like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock
Fuck a holster



Let me tell you how I came from the bottom
Was a jit when I seen a
Nigga hit with that chopper
Daddy sold dope, I ain't listen to my mama
Bitch, you stayed in a
Beef on petty-ass drama
Now I’m right here, right now
Counting these commas
Man, they want me to die 'cause I'm rich
What the fuck?
But Big Boy Power, he ain't never cared
Big Boy Power let it hit, he'll never tell
I'm tired of these lame
Ass hoes brainwashing jit's
Bitch, go get some money and jump off my dick
I'm just chasing the bag
Bitch, I'm getting them mad
Run up on me, you’ll get popped like a tag
Big boy shooter, he’ll run up, no mask
Bitch, I'm a young gunner
I ain’t never go for no fuck shit
Up shit, bust shit, know we gon' tuck shit

I be living life violent
It ain't hard to notice that I
Need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island
Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda
Even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got
The world on my shoulder
I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp
Like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock
Fuck a holster

I fuck ten bitches a week
Ain’t no need for no sheets 'cause
I fuck 'em without a condom
Big old stick on G-23, watch him bleed
In the street, when it's up
Send him to the doctor
Probably sipping codeine on the corner with
Killers and dealers, lil' woadie
He having bodies
Call him Mr rich Rolling who came
Out the ghetto hundred percent, bitch
My diamonds flawless

I be living life violent
It ain't hard to notice that I
Need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island
Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda
Even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got
The world on my shoulder
I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp
Like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock
Fuck a holster

Cuban link chain Harriet Tubman, it's choking
Hundred racks on your brain
I'ma put it in motion
Every day, I sip on purp', purple potion
Two styrofoam got me moving slow motion
She from New York, she the baddest
Lil' baddie, Balmain my denim
Lil' drip in the ocean
Snuck in line 'bout my pocket
They cornered, then blast it
Bet my youngin go up just to get him a Rollie

I be living life violent
It ain't hard to notice that I
Need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island
Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda
Even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got
The world on my shoulder
I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp
Like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock
Fuck a holster

Came from the bottom, nah, that shit wasn't
Easy, I, I got locked up, you feel
Me? You feel me? Shot up, all that
Fuck shit, went through all that, did that
Don't get your wigged snatched
Though, pussy-ass nigga
Know Big Boy Power go dummy yeah
Grrt