[Produced by Saint the Goodboy]
[Intro: Dally Auston]
Pull a gun on me
[Hook: Dally Auston]
Tell me what the f** it's gon' be
n***as ain't violent, n***as real silent
Tell me what the f** it's gon' be
n***as ain't violent, n***as real silent
Tell me what the f** it's gon' be
Tell me what the f** it's gon' be
[Bridge: Dally Auston]
Gon' be
Violent, silent
Gon' be
Violent, silent
Gon' be
Gon' be
[Verse 1: Dally Auston]
And if I live I keep it private
And on my N.O. why she tellin' me to solve it?
And when you rich them n***as you don't want no problem
And if I die then that's word just to my mama
Take a n***a's soul right before he take my liver
Saw it in his a**, he ain't really have it in him
I'll tell you 'bout a ghost if you tell me 'bout a liver
Have you ever seen the barrel of the bottom of your wishes?
Tell me what it's gon' be, guns on me
Know the army my G's, pray the Lord I keep
f** you don't owe me, middle finger OP
k** a n***a my sleep, Freddy Kruger OG
Be a OG, tell a n***a 'bout me
Tell a n***a 'bout me
Pull that trigger on me
Pull that trigger on me
[Hook: Dally Auston]
[Verse 2: Brian Fresco]
Murk a p**y, n***a keep it silent
Clean his bank account, cop a island
Say I'm never hidin'
Catch a n***a ridin', vibin'
f** her, keep it private
Only on my phone when I slide in
Weed in my blunt like sirens
Loud like tires, SKRRT off after that violence
She ain't really used to that action
A fool for the love, Frankie Lymon
Off with the timin'
Goin' cause I'm shinin', don't get tossed out the limelight
Got a couple fine dykes, say they don't
Usually, but for me, they a bagpipe
Send her to the room for the act right, never cuddle
Right back to the cash life, swear I was a king in my past life
But I think we hit the Golden Era like last night
Better know the curve right, flippin', call me Garrett Ice
Countin' dollars precise
[Hook: Dally Auston]
[Outro: Brian Fresco (Dally Auston)]
You don't really want no problems (no problems)
f**in' revolver (violent)
Problem solver (silent)
Eat that sawed off 'til you call it (Gonna be)
Separate his head from his neck like [?] (violent)
Dahmer, Jeffery Dahmer (silent)
(What the f** it's gon' be)
Mothaf**in' karma (Gonna be)
That armor, b**h