Viola

(Drumma Boy)
Woah (Chris Beats)
Ooh-woah, ooh-woah
Viola, I used to know ya'
Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya’
Pray for my soldiers that's ridin' in stolens
Medals stay low, they will strike when provokin’
I feel I'm chosen
They know that I got it
They look in my eyes and they see what I'm rockin' (Bling, bling)
I'm all in the fire, I stay on my .9 so you know that I'm plottin'
I ain't beatin’ ’em up
I'm gettin’ 'em gone, I can't smoke out the profit
Life it be new to all us
We all hella young, be we totin' our rockets
I feel I’m fallin' and you're lettin' me fall
I call the jail, I tell 'em free all my dogs
If you fuxxkin' with the .9, you know we gettin' involved
It broke my heart that time I'm missin' a call
Wash my hands with these n!ggas, but my spray dirty
Fuxk her, call an Uber, make her leave and catch her flight early
N!ggas say we beefin', ain't no beef, boy, you don't like jerky
I ain't even mad, I'll drop a bag for any slight purpose
I'm prayin' to the lord he come and save me, I don't like service
The truth gon' bring you pain
I saw the truth and now my eyes hurtin'
Walkin' in the rain with no disguise, but I got slight service
Walkin' in the rain, I hide this .9, I'm only slight nervous
I might pop another from the gutter, I predicted this
I tried to let them jump up on this train, but they done missed this sh!t
With my dog, like Scooby Doo, we turn you to a mystery
Look at Rocky now, he got them books, ain't talkin' history
Viola, I used to know ya'
Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya'
Pray for my soldiers that's ridin' in stolens
Medals stay low, they will strike when provokin'
Viola, I used to know ya'
Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya'
Pray for my soldiers that's ridin' in stolens
Medals stay low, they will strike when provokin'