I had to destroy and rebuild all this shit
Came a long way from them old days tryn scrape sum
Ain't proud of that shit
So why these niggas be givin me hard time
(Why?)
Why these niggas be using my name tryn get by
Why these niggas be forcin, jus like Jedi
I'm tweakin now, I got red eyes
Bitch I said I'm through, I said I'm fed up
I'm fed up
Pussy ass nigga, he tryn go viral
Aight
Bitch ass nigga, we'll help ya go viral
Packed up, black truck, spin in a Tahoe
Walk in the crib and I'm f*ckin his bitch
F*ckin his hoe, now his ass suicidal
Nine nine, nine nine
Me and Swift run in ya house like mice
Roll the dice
Came out the womb rollin sevens
Smoke 30 jays, I'm high as Heaven
Been too busy, counting these digits
You niggas is finished
How do I tell ya?
Better act like you know better
Uh
We come through changing the weather, sliding on shit, doors on minivan
Gas so good, I'm off this earth, feel like goddamn Peter Pan
I'm married to the game, it got on one knee, and give me wedding bands
Niggas think they crazy, til they meet me, you ain't seen insane
Pull up on him, ain't know he could dance, hit that running man
Nigga blow smoke, we turn em to a strain, put that on the gang
I put that on my sisters
Pussy ass nigga better get his issue
Soon as I drop this shit, know it's blowin up like missile
Shit don't-Shit don't stop for nun, SDS it's too official
Yea, it ain't fun when Jack got gun, all like "Bro, I never meant it"
Majority y'all niggas is my sons, what the f*ck? I feel like Nicki
Lotta these niggas playing 50
They pray I quit, but I'm too locked in like a prisoner
Tomorrow might be the day I win, f*ck I look like givin up
Ask the Lord forgive my sins, I'm jus tryn be rich as f*ck
Pussy ass nigga keep tryn go viral
Aight
Bitch ass nigga, we'll help ya go viral
Packed up, black truck, spin in a Tahoe
Walk in the crib and I'm f*ckin his bitch
F*ckin his hoe, now his ass suicidal
Nine nine, nine nine
Me and Swift run in ya house like mice
Roll the dice
Came out the womb rollin sevens
Smoke 30 jays, I'm high as heaven
Been too busy, countin these digits
You niggas is finished
How do I tell ya?
JACK99 - Viral Lyrics
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I had to destroy and rebuild all this shit
Came a long way from them old days tryn scrape sum
Ain't proud of that shit
So why these niggas be givin me hard time
(Why?)
Why these niggas be using my name tryn get by
Why these niggas be forcin, jus like Jedi
I'm tweakin now, I got red eyes
Bitch I said I'm through, I said I'm fed up
I'm fed up
Pussy ass nigga, he tryn go viral
Aight
Bitch ass nigga, we'll help ya go viral
Packed up, black truck, spin in a Tahoe
Walk in the crib and I'm f*ckin his bitch
F*ckin his hoe, now his ass suicidal
Nine nine, nine nine
Me and Swift run in ya house like mice
Roll the dice
Came out the womb rollin sevens
Smoke 30 jays, I'm high as Heaven
Been too busy, counting these digits
You niggas is finished
How do I tell ya?
Better act like you know better
Uh
We come through changing the weather, sliding on shit, doors on minivan
Gas so good, I'm off this earth, feel like goddamn Peter Pan
I'm married to the game, it got on one knee, and give me wedding bands
Niggas think they crazy, til they meet me, you ain't seen insane
Pull up on him, ain't know he could dance, hit that running man
Nigga blow smoke, we turn em to a strain, put that on the gang
I put that on my sisters
Pussy ass nigga better get his issue
Soon as I drop this shit, know it's blowin up like missile
Shit don't-Shit don't stop for nun, SDS it's too official
Yea, it ain't fun when Jack got gun, all like "Bro, I never meant it"
Majority y'all niggas is my sons, what the f*ck? I feel like Nicki
Lotta these niggas playing 50
They pray I quit, but I'm too locked in like a prisoner
Tomorrow might be the day I win, f*ck I look like givin up
Ask the Lord forgive my sins, I'm jus tryn be rich as f*ck
Pussy ass nigga keep tryn go viral
Aight
Bitch ass nigga, we'll help ya go viral
Packed up, black truck, spin in a Tahoe
Walk in the crib and I'm f*ckin his bitch
F*ckin his hoe, now his ass suicidal
Nine nine, nine nine
Me and Swift run in ya house like mice
Roll the dice
Came out the womb rollin sevens
Smoke 30 jays, I'm high as heaven
Been too busy, countin these digits
You niggas is finished
How do I tell ya?
Came a long way from them old days tryn scrape sum
Ain't proud of that shit
So why these niggas be givin me hard time
(Why?)
Why these niggas be using my name tryn get by
Why these niggas be forcin, jus like Jedi
I'm tweakin now, I got red eyes
Bitch I said I'm through, I said I'm fed up
I'm fed up
Pussy ass nigga, he tryn go viral
Aight
Bitch ass nigga, we'll help ya go viral
Packed up, black truck, spin in a Tahoe
Walk in the crib and I'm f*ckin his bitch
F*ckin his hoe, now his ass suicidal
Nine nine, nine nine
Me and Swift run in ya house like mice
Roll the dice
Came out the womb rollin sevens
Smoke 30 jays, I'm high as Heaven
Been too busy, counting these digits
You niggas is finished
How do I tell ya?
Better act like you know better
Uh
We come through changing the weather, sliding on shit, doors on minivan
Gas so good, I'm off this earth, feel like goddamn Peter Pan
I'm married to the game, it got on one knee, and give me wedding bands
Niggas think they crazy, til they meet me, you ain't seen insane
Pull up on him, ain't know he could dance, hit that running man
Nigga blow smoke, we turn em to a strain, put that on the gang
I put that on my sisters
Pussy ass nigga better get his issue
Soon as I drop this shit, know it's blowin up like missile
Shit don't-Shit don't stop for nun, SDS it's too official
Yea, it ain't fun when Jack got gun, all like "Bro, I never meant it"
Majority y'all niggas is my sons, what the f*ck? I feel like Nicki
Lotta these niggas playing 50
They pray I quit, but I'm too locked in like a prisoner
Tomorrow might be the day I win, f*ck I look like givin up
Ask the Lord forgive my sins, I'm jus tryn be rich as f*ck
Pussy ass nigga keep tryn go viral
Aight
Bitch ass nigga, we'll help ya go viral
Packed up, black truck, spin in a Tahoe
Walk in the crib and I'm f*ckin his bitch
F*ckin his hoe, now his ass suicidal
Nine nine, nine nine
Me and Swift run in ya house like mice
Roll the dice
Came out the womb rollin sevens
Smoke 30 jays, I'm high as heaven
Been too busy, countin these digits
You niggas is finished
How do I tell ya?
Writer: Alexander Elekalachi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid