[Produced by Saint the Goodboy]

[Intro: Dally Auston]
Pull a gun on me

[Hook: Dally Auston]
Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be
N***as ain't violent, n***as real silent
Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be
N***as ain't violent, n***as real silent
Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be
Tell me what the fuck 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 ass, 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
Fuck you don't owe me, middle finger OP
Kill 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 pussy, n***a keep it silent
Clean his bank account, cop a island
Say I'm never hidin'
Catch a n***a ridin', vibin'
Fuck 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)
Fuckin' 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 fuck it's gon' be)
Mothafuckin' karma (Gonna be)
That armor, bitch