[Chorus]

Violent times these days

Crying and crying away

Violent times these days

Fuck you fuck him fuck them

Violent times these days

Got no time to look at your face

Violent crimes I make and violin notes I play

[Verse 1]

I might I may have to snap at you

Pull my chainsaws out

I'm out here making moves

You and your twitter fingers spout bullshit

And what do you do?

Fucking get a job

I'll tell you the truth

My name will be in your mouth

[Verse 2]

Money making, runny make-up, sunny days, I live alone

Funny, say you popping off, you ask for money on the phone

Hyperfuck my juggernautic ass, my fucking rubber soul

Honey colored fanny bag, that's whеre I keep my millions worth

Debit card, no credit

Hunnid bands, you gеt it?

Big bucks, I had at least 10 thousand, now I am indebted

Tap water, it's leaded

Microplastics embedded

On like all the food we eat, man, I don't care if I'm intoxicated

[Verse 3]

Oh-

Hop on a car like I hop on a cock

Pull up on goth bitches up on the block

Pull up with stockings I pull up with Glocks

I pull up I pull up I pull up on God

Up on my bed and I'm tied up with knots

Showing my balls and they want me to stop

I'm getting laughed at, I'm getting mocked (Ha ha ha ha)

Up like a light, light like a up, shit 'bout to rock

Thought you was very rich, I guess not

I keep the ball around like LeBron

I scuff I groan (argh...)

Uh, aye, came out from the bottom and into the top

Ouu, yuh, came in from your window, I'm breaking your clocks

[Verse 4]

I really like it when she hit me from behind

I really like getting fucked, is that a crime?

I really like the number six and number nine

I, I might cry, Oh my god, Jesus Christ

You think you a genius

Truth is you so henious

Truth is you so hideous

Yeah, you a silly goose

Preaching like you know your shit like, baby, are you serious?

Say that you a 10 but we outta 100, you an idiot?

[Chorus]

Violent times these days

Crying and crying away (crying away)

Violent times these days

Fuck you fuck him fuck them (them)

Violent times these days

Got no time to look at your face (look at your face)

Violent crimes I make and violin notes I play

I might I may