Viola

(album: Fallin' - 2020)

(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 riding in stolens
Medals stay low, they will strike when provoking

I feel I'm chosen
They know that I got it
They look in my eyes and they see what I'm rocking (Bling, bling)
I'm all in the fire, I stay on my .9 so you know that I'm plotting
I ain't beating 'em up
I'm getting 'em gone, I can't smoke out the profit
Life it be new to all us
We all hella young, be we toting our rockets
I feel I'm falling and you're letting me fall
I call the jail, I tell 'em free all my dogs
If you fucking with the .9, you know we getting involved
It broke my heart that time I'm missing a call
Wash my hands with these niggas, but my spray dirty
Fuck her, call an Uber, make her leave and catch her flight early
Niggas say we beefing, 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 praying 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 hurting
Walking in the rain with no disguise, but I got slight service
Walking 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 talking history

Viola, I used to know ya'
Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya'
Pray for my soldiers that's riding in stolens
Medals stay low, they will strike when provoking
Viola, I used to know ya'
Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya'
Pray for my soldiers that's riding in stolens
Medals stay low, they will strike when provoking