Viral (feat. A Luv & Prophet)

Hit em' like Floyd
Had that boy dizzy

Banks like Bizzy
Filling my void

Opps in the playground shooting like fifty
That's where the Kids be just like Laroi

It's about damn time my 30 getting upgraded to fifty

Puff
Puff nigga like Diddy

10K Gucci on me I walk pretty
I don't understand why they hating on me

Ya Bitch
Cause I rule my city

Real niggas out there
Not many

Nah nigga

Had a bitch pop a titty
I'm moving too
Uh
Tac

Gunpoint nigga so bitch run that
I keep a Heat in Miami like Riley
But
Don't forget
The
Pat

Upping the gas so I'm bringing them hell
Uh

Riding along with a cat when I'm touching the
Cheesy they squealing Mickey
Uh

So I be placing them traps

Controlling my anger I feel like Max
Cause I always finding myself getting mad
Grr

Breaking your pumpkin I'm not talkin' bash
Shatter the crystals apart breaking bad

Okay Rich

Hard to avoid
Shawty too freaky

That girl too needy
I get annoyed

12 on the lay down
It's getting tricky

I'm feeling too silly
I act like a boy

I'm seeing Redd
I feel like I'm Trippie

I want you dead
I did it quickly

Nuking my phone and she saying she miss me
You keeping that dork cause she Built like Ms. Piggy

Peanut butter seats walk in the spot wit a Beamer
Water bottle on full throttle bitch I'm Aquafina

Soon as she walk in the spot I could feel her demeanor
Using sticks like a Wizard no Waverley I'm Selena

Dirty sprite and I'm selling 2 liters
Trapping that's what I'm used to

White Cops shooting Blacks not talking Zebras
Talking hot wonder what you gon' do

I got the Pen like cil wit lead
Bitch stop right here get down give me head

Cough like a
Symptom she do sit ups on my dick
Blue balling me but my face showing red

I got
Hearing issues like please repeat yourself
Yea like
Girl
What
You
Said

She mention my aura the color of her head
No shoes on the bed the total direct

Boaw
Boaw

The total means nothing to me

Bitch I been rapping
I ain't no rookie

Powder her face cake it up call her snookie
I don't tip toe I just say how it should be

I need my money like pronto
Oh word

Said I'm balling like rando
So many Rollie's and Patek's the faces
Don't match but ya niggas can't tell me the
Time though

State emergency niggas can't find the exit
Cartier my value just tripled look through my lenses

Wreck shit
496 coming next shit
I'm making me a fortune with the crumbles I was left with

Hold up whatchu said

Please don't deny all the shit that I'm blessed with
Uh

You must have a death wish don't call me a rapper when I make this tech spit



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Ledesma
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