Vicious
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Bands up
Im putting racks in a safe
And running up on my bag
Its like im winning a race
I've always been living fast
Sometimes I cant keep the pace
Always money on my mind
And I need bands to the face
Said Houston
I think we got a bigger problem
Yeah these niggas flexin hard
I think im bout to fuckin rob 'em
They just wavin round they cash
Like nobody's finna stop 'em
Choppa loaded up
I think its time for me to pop 'em
(Yea, Uh)
Stop, drop, an roll bitch
You know this stoopid fire,
think i got the control of it
Now im gassin on ya ass
Dont act like you aint noticed this
All this cash is moving fast
And I dont bend or fold for it
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Gassed up
This nigga tryna act tough
Till I run up in you house an rob yo shit to dust
Or I walk into yo city 'n take someone you love
I ain't here to fuck around so I'd advise you to run
Getting sick an fucking tired of being tested
Time to teach you a lesson
These niggas hear me but they dont get the message
I'm a vicious lil nigga wit a powerful presence
Dont confuse me for a softy, imma make you regret it
Ever since I was a child
I been hustling a while
Stackin money in a pile
To look down from it an smile
Been living pretty wild
And this life I live is vile
But I cant live in denial
I been changing up my style
I done bossed up
I had to get on my shit
Really got up off my ass to have to focus on this
Indiscretion ill advised
Don't got time for a bitch
All this money on my mind
An shining ice on my wrist
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Time's up
Let the fuckin mayhem commence
I got these niggas headbobbin
Too much sauce wit the drip
An these bitches actin naughty
Going wild on this
Only chasin me a bag
An runnin up on blue strips
Want the 40s wit shorties
An fifties in different cities
Sauce drippin in Givenchy
Nobody be fuckin wit me
Im just dropping the heat
These bitches wet for the D
I done came up from the streets
You best believe im a G
I aint worried bout the bands
Could do this shit in my sleep
Yo bitch is jockin on my style
She wanna get on her knees
Stop actin like yall bout it
Niggas wish you was me
Yall be chasin after bitches
I'm just chasin my cheese
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Bands up
Im putting racks in a safe
And running up on my bag
Its like im winning a race
I've always been living fast
Sometimes I cant keep the pace
Always money on my mind
And I need bands to the face
Said Houston
I think we got a bigger problem
Yeah these niggas flexin hard
I think im bout to fuckin rob 'em
They just wavin round they cash
Like nobody's finna stop 'em
Choppa loaded up
I think its time for me to pop 'em
(Yea, Uh)
Stop, drop, an roll bitch
You know this stoopid fire,
think i got the control of it
Now im gassin on ya ass
Dont act like you aint noticed this
All this cash is moving fast
And I dont bend or fold for it
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Gassed up
This nigga tryna act tough
Till I run up in you house an rob yo shit to dust
Or I walk into yo city 'n take someone you love
I ain't here to fuck around so I'd advise you to run
Getting sick an fucking tired of being tested
Time to teach you a lesson
These niggas hear me but they dont get the message
I'm a vicious lil nigga wit a powerful presence
Dont confuse me for a softy, imma make you regret it
Ever since I was a child
I been hustling a while
Stackin money in a pile
To look down from it an smile
Been living pretty wild
And this life I live is vile
But I cant live in denial
I been changing up my style
I done bossed up
I had to get on my shit
Really got up off my ass to have to focus on this
Indiscretion ill advised
Don't got time for a bitch
All this money on my mind
An shining ice on my wrist
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Time's up
Let the fuckin mayhem commence
I got these niggas headbobbin
Too much sauce wit the drip
An these bitches actin naughty
Going wild on this
Only chasin me a bag
An runnin up on blue strips
Want the 40s wit shorties
An fifties in different cities
Sauce drippin in Givenchy
Nobody be fuckin wit me
Im just dropping the heat
These bitches wet for the D
I done came up from the streets
You best believe im a G
I aint worried bout the bands
Could do this shit in my sleep
Yo bitch is jockin on my style
She wanna get on her knees
Stop actin like yall bout it
Niggas wish you was me
Yall be chasin after bitches
I'm just chasin my cheese
This shit got a nigga feeling wicked
Never thought that I would be the nigga steady winning
This shit got me feeling pretty vicious
If a nigga want a problem then he'll prolly end up missing
Yeah take a shot, make a hit
Always on my grind dont stop, dont miss
You gotta take a chance
What is life without the risk
So imma chase the bag
Run it up till i get rich
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Lovett
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