[Intro]

​viizzi

[Verse 1: viizzi]

Get a bag, then I blow it in a minute

They say that "Viizzi, you the shit," and yeah, I know, lil bitch, I’ve been it

I know this ain’t a game, but if it was, then I’d win it

You wanna talk your shit, I hit your block and then I spin it

Bullets knocking off your fitted

Hollows hit your head up

Pussy, you get wet up

We toting berettas in the cut

Claiming that you scared us

But you never hurt us

Sneak into your crib to say what's up

[Verse 2: carna 007]

Viizzi gon' throw me the ball, I'ma score a touchdown like Odel

That boy, he talking shit, pull out my blade, I'ma tell em farewell

I-I-I-I do not care what you say, you're irrelevant

Put 2 shots in his intelligence

Trick or treat, I left him a skeleton

I was gone for a minute, had to get my bag up (Y-y-yeah)

I'm back they behind, they better catch up

T-T-T-Talking tough, made 'em back up

She like my voice, made her act up

I'm at your door, like, what's up

I got a laser, tag you up

No, I don't care, don't give a fuck

[Verse 3: Luvlxckdown!]

Ay, I feel like I'm gone

You flexing that lil bankroll

Like, don't that shit feel wrong?

You talking down, it's case closed

Yeah, pussy boy, he gone

That choppa finna take him out

Like, where'd he go, he fading out

B— B— Big rackies on my Trues looking tacky

I'm a bag chaser

Don't want nothing else, 'cause it's yucky

We enforcing

Pop another tag 'cause I'm fucky

Kicking doors in

Do not try your luck, lil buddy

[Verse 4: FVTAL]

Oh, hey, what's up

P— P— Pussy keep on talking, he get hit with uppercuts

And I know he dropped his bag, but that boy a runner up

And we really dropping bodies, yeah, the sheets to cover-up

Get a bag then I keep it

I don't really fucking need it

They ain't never fuck with me but now they praying for a feature

Had to teach these pussies lessons, sit down, bitch, I am the teacher

You can't stay mad at me, I'm playing through your speaker

[Verse 5: funeral]

I get a bag and I do it again

Lil bitch said she wanna be my friend

Baby, my only homie Benjamins

I got them deady, Prezi, they my friends

They my life, I got a Glock and I got a knife

He wanna fight, but I do not fight

Aim for the throat, I'm taking his life

I'm taking his life, bitch, I am a fiend

Bathing in blood, I love when they bleed

I am a threat, I cannot be seen

I am a threat, you cannot be me

Yeah, I wanna be the end of everything

I wanna be the one to make it rain

I wanna be the last thing he see

Before I make him see his motherfucking brain

[Verse 6: XAYNA]

Took my old shit, told him he could keep it

If he need it, he get heated, he stole my sequence

C's quick, stack it up and spend it on a piece bitch

Take his keys quick, stop him breathing and leave him dreaming

Told my runners move the packs up on the side

Stabbed in the gut and use a knife so I see fear up on his eyes

They like Coi Leray, they do a show and nobody surprised

Don’t keep on Forces, these is black cats, I don't care about the price

[Verse 7: Caponeti]

I keep a Ruger

Bitch, I'm a shooter

You playing, I'ma shoot you (Tango down)

Please stop typing on computers

Fucking bozo, you're a loser

And I wonder why they envy me

I pull my choppa out, I make him sing a symphony

Get a bag then I blow it in a minute

By the time you hear this shit, I probably already did it

He think he safe inside his crib until we spin it like a fidget

I'm in love with my bread, I be counting up my digits

Getting head while I'm just sitting

[Verse 8: swazy*]

OK, I heard you was mad

Shut the fuck up, just get in your bag

Shut the fuck up just get in yo bag

Yeah, I'm in the store tryna pop me a tag

We coming in from the back

Shawty wanna fuck, I hit from the back

Too much cash

I'm money laundering, tryna lower my stash

I'm in the trap bagging up grams, if you wanna G, you get taxed

Half 8th's going for at least 40 'cause I smoke too much pack

Whose pack are we smoking on today, I'm like, "Bitch, did I ask?"

I'm off a Perc right now, can't see straight, I'm on my ass

[Verse 9: pichu]

Told him walk up get closer

Got a drum stacked in the holster

You a glass cannon, I'm your counter

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Fat buck shot for the fat fucks

Said I'm broke, but my bills paid up

Couple shots and his ass lay up

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Me and Viizzi smoking up in a parking lot

You're talking shit, we pull up if it's dark or not

Ripping you up, just call me Juggernaut

Nose bleeding from the Ket when I snort it up

Don't know it, then pussy, go look it up

Watch your feet, better know what you stepping on

Watch your feet, better know what you stepping on