Viper - Why Boys Want Me Killed lyrics
[Viper - Why Boys Want Me Killed lyrics]
(I know) Could it be my ride?
(The real) Could it be my shine?
(Why do these boys) Could it
Be my cash knots?
(Want me killed?) Or because of my hops?
(I know) Could it be my crib?
(The real) Or the way I live?
(Why do these boys) Could it be my dough?
(Want me killed?) Or why the
Girls can't leave me alone?
On the real, all I do is chill
While boys walk around, with anger concealed
Truth is revealed: I ball
Cake, jewelry, cars, hoop, I got it all
I stand tall as I walk diamonds on my neck
Got boys on no talk
I'm loving the way I'm making this cake
All the cash I'm seeing from
The decisions I make
I done set myself up for continual cash
G's up, marks down, as I hide my stash
Keeping dudes on retreat - that's
How I'm doin' 'em
They can't get away, bankruptcy pursuin' 'em
Every plan, they done had
To come up in this game, I done trashed
These haters, I done locked
Out this game, that I only rock
In this hustle of infamy
I'm that top choice G
The one they can't fade
The one that's got it made
I know the real
Why do these boys want me killed?
I know the real
Why do these boys want me killed?
In this infamy game
I make more money while punks know your name
I'm infamy-blessed
That's something you don't wanna test
In this lick I'm in
I made it so only I can win
These perceptions are - reality
'Cause they think they gon' see some cheese
Cause I always change it
Up with somethin' new
A new style that can't lose
Then these pussy niggas try to steal my swag
So I switch it up again on they ass
You can call me all auto tune
Computer Viper, that's what it do
So you cats better start playin' the lotto
That's the only way that y'all comin' up, bro
Could it be my ride? Could it be my shine?
Could it be my cash knots?
Or because of my hops? Could it be my crib?
Or the way I live? Could it be my dough?
Or why the girls can't leave me alone?
I know the real
Why do these boys want me killed?
(I know) Could it be my crib?
(The real) Or the way I live?
(Why do these boys) Could it be my dough?
(Want me killed?) Or why the
Girls can't leave me alone?
(The real) Could it be my shine?
(Why do these boys) Could it
Be my cash knots?
(Want me killed?) Or because of my hops?
(I know) Could it be my crib?
(The real) Or the way I live?
(Why do these boys) Could it be my dough?
(Want me killed?) Or why the
Girls can't leave me alone?
On the real, all I do is chill
While boys walk around, with anger concealed
Truth is revealed: I ball
Cake, jewelry, cars, hoop, I got it all
I stand tall as I walk diamonds on my neck
Got boys on no talk
I'm loving the way I'm making this cake
All the cash I'm seeing from
The decisions I make
I done set myself up for continual cash
G's up, marks down, as I hide my stash
Keeping dudes on retreat - that's
How I'm doin' 'em
They can't get away, bankruptcy pursuin' 'em
Every plan, they done had
To come up in this game, I done trashed
These haters, I done locked
Out this game, that I only rock
In this hustle of infamy
I'm that top choice G
The one they can't fade
The one that's got it made
I know the real
Why do these boys want me killed?
I know the real
Why do these boys want me killed?
In this infamy game
I make more money while punks know your name
I'm infamy-blessed
That's something you don't wanna test
In this lick I'm in
I made it so only I can win
These perceptions are - reality
'Cause they think they gon' see some cheese
Cause I always change it
Up with somethin' new
A new style that can't lose
Then these pussy niggas try to steal my swag
So I switch it up again on they ass
You can call me all auto tune
Computer Viper, that's what it do
So you cats better start playin' the lotto
That's the only way that y'all comin' up, bro
Could it be my ride? Could it be my shine?
Could it be my cash knots?
Or because of my hops? Could it be my crib?
Or the way I live? Could it be my dough?
Or why the girls can't leave me alone?
I know the real
Why do these boys want me killed?
(I know) Could it be my crib?
(The real) Or the way I live?
(Why do these boys) Could it be my dough?
(Want me killed?) Or why the
Girls can't leave me alone?