Lil Amiri, Bloodline Mafia - Visceral lyrics
[Lil Amiri, Bloodline Mafia - Visceral lyrics]
U mess wit my cash
Ima do the dash
Give u a slash
We finna fight
Like it's smash
U gon get whiplash
Ion care if i'm in
Class i can still
Beat you and defeat you
Im the king juss look
At my rings u can't
Touch my drip im dancin
Like a crip Im feelin
Visceral all thsese homies
Dead wrong all these guys
Hit the bong Now this remind me
Of that hot boy stuf
That lil' Jeezy 'fore he changed
His name to cloud
Bruh
Might grow some dreads up out my head
Pop out like polo
Ain't from Chicago, but I'm
Guaranteed to bang
Bruh
I'ma let you know
I don't give a damn if lames eight feet
I still won't let a girl play
Me like a lame boy
Boy better go play with his lil'
Kids before he play with me
I'm know to crash, so stay
The up out my lane
Boi
Go with your move, you lose your life
You make the wrong one
You the type of dude snuck in with a knife
I got a small gun
I upped this jit at you and bowl
A strike and make 'em all run
And I hate to be talkin' negative
But I gotta let it out
If I leave it in, I'ma catch a felony, bruh
Boom
Got a pretty smile and I
Bust a shawty's back
I told my teacher I ain't do my homework
I was drillin' half the class
'Cause I learned to do my math
'cause I was killin' half of my class
"I thought your class had
Thirteen thots?" That
Means I murked six and a half
Ima do the dash
Give u a slash
We finna fight
Like it's smash
U gon get whiplash
Ion care if i'm in
Class i can still
Beat you and defeat you
Im the king juss look
At my rings u can't
Touch my drip im dancin
Like a crip Im feelin
Visceral all thsese homies
Dead wrong all these guys
Hit the bong Now this remind me
Of that hot boy stuf
That lil' Jeezy 'fore he changed
His name to cloud
Bruh
Might grow some dreads up out my head
Pop out like polo
Ain't from Chicago, but I'm
Guaranteed to bang
Bruh
I'ma let you know
I don't give a damn if lames eight feet
I still won't let a girl play
Me like a lame boy
Boy better go play with his lil'
Kids before he play with me
I'm know to crash, so stay
The up out my lane
Boi
Go with your move, you lose your life
You make the wrong one
You the type of dude snuck in with a knife
I got a small gun
I upped this jit at you and bowl
A strike and make 'em all run
And I hate to be talkin' negative
But I gotta let it out
If I leave it in, I'ma catch a felony, bruh
Boom
Got a pretty smile and I
Bust a shawty's back
I told my teacher I ain't do my homework
I was drillin' half the class
'Cause I learned to do my math
'cause I was killin' half of my class
"I thought your class had
Thirteen thots?" That
Means I murked six and a half