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 Metal 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 be new to all us We all hella young, but 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 dawgs If you fuckin' with Lil Nine, you know we gettin' involved It broke my heart that time I'm missin' a call Wash my hands with these niggas, but my spray dirty Fuck her, call her Uber, make her leave and catch her flight early Niggas 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 let them jump up on this train But they done missed this shit 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 Metal 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 Metal stay low, they will strike when provokin' (Can't let her be far) Oh... Oh (gettin' new fire) (That Karma)