(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 it 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 ****, but my spray dirty

Fuck her, call an Uber, make her leave and catch her flight early

**** 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 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'