Viral (Original)

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy, bitch, catch up, catch up

[Chorus]

Hello world, how you?

If you got a price we could buy you, ayy

If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ayy

You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ayy

Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ayy

You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ayy

I told her when the cops come give a signal, ayy

CaWop in the cut, he make you viral, bang bang

[Verse]

These hoes be tryna kick it, no Taekwondo, ayy

Yellow bitch wit' me look albino, ayy

Nigga go long, we throwin' spirals, uh

Chief Sosa a psychic slash psycho, uh

What's on my mental reveal, no tomorrow, uh

I think I see a light at end of tunnel, uh

I swear these hoes be suckin' me like it's normal, ayy

Got flavorеd lube for your lil bitch and it taste like caramеl, ayy

I'm the king of the jungle, ayy

No WWE, but let's get ready to rumble, ayy

Fuck a lil bitch so good she wanna cuddle, ayy

She thought I was that tired, I had to bust a lil bitch bubble, ayy

But you dancin' to your uber lil bitch like Usher, uh

And if it's "Fuck me" then ya know it's "Fuck ya", uh

Hop on a plane for a bitch, can't blink, I'ma rush ya, uh

The watches I wear ain't never on fakewatchbusta, uh

Bang, can you hear me?

Bitch, we ridin' 'round Philly, totin' them frisbees

Just bumped into a bad bitch and her name Mackenzie, ayy

In a SRT witg my watch, it cost a Bentley, ayy

The law hate hate the intouchables, yeah

And my pockets ten times look duckable, hmm, yeah

Came in so fuckin' fast like a thunderbolt, hmm, yeah

Ayy lil weak nigga pass me the tuckable, hmm, yeah

And you know you gotta spend them racks and get it back, hmm, yeah

And I hate Chief Sosa, I'ma kill his ass, uh, well

Three point shot with the Glock, Tadoe with the pass, uh, yeah

I feel like Rocko got a Gift Of Gab, uh, yeah

Never handle a lil bitch off Instagram like ugh-ugh

I was doin' too much, I had to take a breath like huh-huh

Put a silencer on the rifle, buh-buh

On her toes, if you feel froggy then jump-jump

Hittin' service, you can call me Forrest Gump

First couple mill, I went and bought forty guns, and that's facts

I ain't talkin' drank when I say "I'm givin' bitches the Act", ayy

I'm prolly somewhere laced in the back of the back, ayy

I ain't have no hobby in school, no ball no track, ayy

Bitch wanna talk a lil bit but I'm callin' her back, ayy

Hang up on her then text my phone dead