#bagchaser REMIX! viizzi (Ft. Caponeti, carna 007, funeral, Fvtal, Luvlxckdown!, pichu, swazy* & Xayna)
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[Intro]
viizzi
[Verse 1: viizzi]
Get a bag, then I blow it in a minute
They say that "Viizzi, you the shit," and yeah, I know, lil bitch, I’ve been it
I know this ain’t a game, but if it was, then I’d win it
You wanna talk your shit, I hit your block and then I spin it
Bullets knocking off your fitted
Hollows hit your head up
Pussy, you get wet up
We toting berettas in the cut
Claiming that you scared us
But you never hurt us
Sneak into your crib to say what's up
[Verse 2: carna 007]
Viizzi gon' throw me the ball, I'ma score a touchdown like Odel
That boy, he talking shit, pull out my blade, I'ma tell em farewell
I-I-I-I do not care what you say, you're irrelevant
Put 2 shots in his intelligence
Trick or treat, I left him a skeleton
I was gone for a minute, had to get my bag up (Y-y-yeah)
I'm back they behind, they better catch up
T-T-T-Talking tough, made 'em back up
She like my voice, made her act up
I'm at your door, like, what's up
I got a laser, tag you up
No, I don't care, don't give a fuck
viizzi
[Verse 1: viizzi]
Get a bag, then I blow it in a minute
They say that "Viizzi, you the shit," and yeah, I know, lil bitch, I’ve been it
I know this ain’t a game, but if it was, then I’d win it
You wanna talk your shit, I hit your block and then I spin it
Bullets knocking off your fitted
Hollows hit your head up
Pussy, you get wet up
We toting berettas in the cut
Claiming that you scared us
But you never hurt us
Sneak into your crib to say what's up
[Verse 2: carna 007]
Viizzi gon' throw me the ball, I'ma score a touchdown like Odel
That boy, he talking shit, pull out my blade, I'ma tell em farewell
I-I-I-I do not care what you say, you're irrelevant
Put 2 shots in his intelligence
Trick or treat, I left him a skeleton
I was gone for a minute, had to get my bag up (Y-y-yeah)
I'm back they behind, they better catch up
T-T-T-Talking tough, made 'em back up
She like my voice, made her act up
I'm at your door, like, what's up
I got a laser, tag you up
No, I don't care, don't give a fuck
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