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Viral
by HonxhoDaHurk
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Put a opp on the news, since he want to go viral
Throwing them bullets, he got hit with a spiral
Play with the gang, you know that's suicidal
We bout to go hunting, bro bring out the rifles
My team shoot shots, like the NBA finals
Drank in my cup make me lean, no recliner
I'm in the trap serving plates, like a diner
I been on that shit, since I was a minor
Do dirt on my own, I don't got to call niggas
Spot a opp in the club, send shots like a bartender
I keep me a dog, bet I let it bark nigga
Them bullets they chase you, you won't get far nigga
I see it, I want it, don't care what it cost nigga
That bitch on my dick, she want to fuck with a boss nigga
Whatever I buy, the plug he toss nigga
You trapping? But broke, you must be lost nigga
Me and Moe, trap out the spot
I'm counting up bread, he scraping the pot
Won't go home, till I make me a knot
Fucking with junkies, I made me a lot
No time for the convo, what you trying to cop?
Ps from the bay, they come thru in a box
If I smell something funny, I whip out the Glock
Playing with me, that's how you get shot
448, I play with them bags
We got them beams, no laser tag
If I ever go broke, then I'm pulling down the mask
When I was broke, they ain't want to write on my cast
Now they all on my dick, cause a young nigga counting cash
I get it, and flip it, and count it, and stack it fast
Boy, girl, lean, got perks, and I got the gas
Ima triple up, if I ever get to my to my last
One thing about me, Ima get it
Believe in myself, cause I know I'm the ticket
But I'm still in these streets, yeah this shit get wicked
Still would blow that pistol, don't get it twisted
Still up in the trap, work the scale with the digits
If it's smoke in the air, we ain't doing no dissing
I'll find your block, me and lil bro spin it
Clear the whole scene, we ain't leaving no witness
I got the drake in the trench coat
Toting that fat shit, I call it Lizzo
Might spin on the opps, in a grandma bens tho
Throwing back RPs, would've thought they was Mentos
That 762, leave a big hole
I send shots, make a fuck nigga limbo
G-34 like Antetokounmpo
That ARP make him dance like it's disco
Put a opp on the news, since he want to go viral
Throwing them bullets, he got hit with a spiral
Play with the gang, you know that's suicidal
We bout to go hunting, bro bring out the rifles
My team shoot shots, like the NBA finals
Drank in my cup make me lean, no recliner
I'm in the trap serving plates, like a diner
I been on that shit, since I was a minor
Do dirt on my own, I don't got to call niggas
Spot a opp in the club, send shots like a bartender
I keep me a dog, bet I let it bark nigga
Them bullets they chase you, you won't get far nigga
I see it, I want it, don't care what it cost nigga
That bitch on my dick, she want to fuck with a boss nigga
Whatever I buy, the plug he toss nigga
You trapping? But broke, you must be lost nigga
Me and Moe, trap out the spot
I'm counting up bread, he scraping the pot
Won't go home, till I make me a knot
Fucking with junkies, I made me a lot
No time for the convo, what you trying to cop?
Ps from the bay, they come thru in a box
If I smell something funny, I whip out the Glock
Playing with me, that's how you get shot
448, I play with them bags
We got them beams, no laser tag
If I ever go broke, then I'm pulling down the mask
When I was broke, they ain't want to write on my cast
Now they all on my dick, cause a young nigga counting cash
I get it, and flip it, and count it, and stack it fast
Boy, girl, lean, got perks, and I got the gas
Ima triple up, if I ever get to my to my last
One thing about me, Ima get it
Believe in myself, cause I know I'm the ticket
But I'm still in these streets, yeah this shit get wicked
Still would blow that pistol, don't get it twisted
Still up in the trap, work the scale with the digits
If it's smoke in the air, we ain't doing no dissing
I'll find your block, me and lil bro spin it
Clear the whole scene, we ain't leaving no witness
I got the drake in the trench coat
Toting that fat shit, I call it Lizzo
Might spin on the opps, in a grandma bens tho
Throwing back RPs, would've thought they was Mentos
That 762, leave a big hole
I send shots, make a fuck nigga limbo
G-34 like Antetokounmpo
That ARP make him dance like it's disco
