🎵 Victim (Aggressor Turned to a Victim) // by 41

57 ContributorsVictim (Aggressor Turned to a Victim) Lyrics [Intro: Kyle Richh & Iffy Foreign] Grrah, grrah, grrah Fuck Notti, nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Like, what? Like, what? Fuck 14, nigga (Like, damn), suck my dick (Like, damn) Fuck Notti (Grrah) (That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP) (That's why he's the GOAT, the GOAT) (24 is the GOAT) Suck my dick Notti (Grrah) Notti, like, what? Like, what? Notti, bitch, baow-baow-baow Like, what? Like, what? Bitch, damn-damn-damn (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Every O shot (Notti), grrah, grrah, grrah (Damn-damn-damn) Notti, like, what? Like, what? Like, die Os (Grrah, grrah, grrah) [Verse 1: Jenn Carter] Grrah He on my dick, he ain't got no crib (Like, what?) Like, what? He homeless (Damn) I cannot lack, I'ma move with a Smith (Like, what?) Like, what? Shoot, don't miss (It's Carter, dickhead) How you boomin' for niggas that said you was snitchin'? (Damn) Like, what? You the reason he dissin' (What?) Oh, he said that he smokin' on Lay? (Grrah, grrah) Said I'm smokin' on Notti, I'm high as a pigeon (Grrah, grrah, boom) [Verse 2: Kyle Richh] Like, he dead, I can tell by thе twitchin' (Like, damn) Keep a switch, niggas be switchin' (Like, what?) Likе, why is my name in ya mentions? (Damn, damn, damn) Caught a ass shot like Chyna (Chyna) And Notti got put in a box (Like, damn) Big guns, we got a lot (Notti) I'm on they block, and I'm not tryna box On the Rock with a couple of knocks (Couple of knocks) In that South (Like, what?), givin' 'em hell (Like, what? Like, damn) Shit get sticky if I kick it to Rell' (Pop it) Like, 'cause I know he gon' throw like Odell (Damn, damn, damn) In all black 'cause I might have to pop it Start doin' the trend, and the world Notti Boppin' (Boppin') We been winning, we do this shit often (Like, what?) Off a 30, I'm itchin' to off him (Like, damn-damn) [Verse 3: Iffy Foreign] Yo, DD, why you ran on ya mans while he was still coughing? (Yo, DD) He a dub, we white chalk 'em Damn, my niggas spin they shit often (Like, damn, grrah-grrah-grrah) Two shots on court like Spalding We might have to shoot a nigga out his ball kicks (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Don't lack, might spin through the morning Shit too tact', we do it with caution (Like, damn, grrah-grrah-grrah) Who you with? Fuck that, off him Shit too deep, can't leave bro walking (Like, grrah-grrah-grrah) Like damn, can't leave bro talking You know how it get, grrah, off him (Grrah-grrah-grrah) I'm a vet', no dogshit You talk hot, I'ma step in your office Throw up an O, on bro, we toss him (Yeah) Lil' Notti got put in a coffin (Like, grrah, Notti) Damn, y'all know what we do in the streets No V, walk down on feet (Fuck, shit) Fuck it, put a nigga on a tee We 'bout to spin these niggas for a week (Like, shit) Yo, Notti, suck my dick, like, I woulda threw you underneath the train (Like, Notti) Why you talk on the gang? (Grrah) You got packed up, now you a strain, damn (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah) [Verse 4: Jenn Carter] Keep a knock, gotta move tact' (Like, what?) KR, creep through the back (Like, damn) Opp niggas broke, not puttin' in pain (Puttin' in pain) I just know how to make me a pack (Grrah-grrah, what?) In the V, three deep (Three what?) Me and Iffy might hop out the V (It's Carter, dickhead) It's an opp that we see, and that nigga on feet (Grrah-grrah, what?) Knock on the V, know we fleein' the scene (Grrah-grrah, boom) Niggas tight, I peep (I peep) Like what, we number three (Like, we number what?) These opps, cannot compete (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah) He on a Polo, they know I'm a G [Verse 5: Kyle Richh] Mans-mans ran, they was watching him leak (Watching him leak, L mans) Shit sad, that could never be me (Never be me, like, damn) I got money, I'm never on feet (Like, what?) Like, yo, Sheik (Damn), reverse the V (Like, damn, damn-damn-damn) Notti did bad on a mission (Mission) Aggressor turned to a victim (Damn, victim) Like, can't run, LT been blitzed 'em (Blitzed 'em) Damn, Notti ain't make it to Christmas (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, lil' bro ain't make it to 15 (15) When he was dissin', it wasn't an issue (Grrah) DD wishin' he was there to get you (Get you, what?) Stop-stop crying, bro need a tissue (Like, damn) Fuck 14, in my gonchies (Like, what?) Last opp got sparked tryna punch me (Damn, damn-damn-damn) Bullets is kickin' and bendin' his lungs in (Blicked) Walk up, can't bring these guns in Me and Iffy put out for the hood, since a kid, buggin' and thuggin' (Grrah, grrah) Niggas broke, they be runnin' and duckin' (Grrah, grrah) Ain't-ain't been touched, I been feelin' invincible (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Fuck that, it's the principle Niggas frontin', I might have to finish you (Grrah, grrah) Yo, Jenn, pass me the knocka (Grrah, grrah) Like, I been itchin' to finally drop 'em (Damn) [Outro: Iffy Foreign] Grrah, suck my dick, nigga Every O shot Grrah, grrah Notti