[Round 1: Viixen The Assassin]
Two weeks...there's a lot of stress with this
I did this for y’all, was even gon' mess with this
Win/lose...I ain't even tryin’ to flex with this
But tonight, y'all gettin' Vicki
Victoria, Viixen The Assassin, my black side, my white side
I literally use mixed personalities to Prep for this
Cause they testin' pens, I won't stop, a dome pop
I told my shooters, "QP/Yung Ill", translation, "Smoke Roc(k)"
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch, I will knot yo' shit
First day of school outfit laid out, I couldn't wait to Roc(k) yo' shit
I’m not them
Two weeks and I still won’t give you a light win(d)
Or take it breezy on you
Boy that nigga body on top of yours the only way I take it easy (Eazy) on you
We know the truth
Surf's a pussy
I don’t wanna hear none of that, "Cortez", "short prep" or "family" shit
Cause Surf still be on Twitter Spaces runnin' his mouth everyday
Surf you'se a bitch
Now Roc gotta die because of you
Bullets tear a leg or two
Knock his cerebellum loose
Shit went from "Surf on Twitter Space" to Caution yellin', "Give him space! Let the paramedics through!"
I’m the truth, you don't stand a chance with this
Blade so sharp, I can open up a can with this
Nah, brand new .9, modified, I can open up a man with this
Fresh, lemon, squeeze
I can open up a stand with this
Ya man get hit
These shots, you can share wit' ya crew
Tsu Surf's a baby, I was gon' do him terrible too (two)
That was for you
They don't need to hear that heater
Silence on the gun
They don't need to hear that either
I'm lethal, this what it cost to scheme
Headshot, it's gon' cost a dream
Take a lost to me, you gon' be off the scene
Pull the protection out with one hand, I'm Steve Harvey off Love Don't Cost A Thing
Yes, I'm pissed about that last match
But let's talk about this one or are you that wack?
If I was gonna carry you, they could've at least gave me [?] for a backpack
Every word I say to you, my stock drop, I need NASDAQ
Next call I'ma ask for so much money, they can swipe it and get cash back
Who booked this?
I wanna take these moments to put him in the trash sack
If you reminiscing, I'm in the memory, I'm comin' to ya house to get the flashback
Shotgun, have you forgettin' every line that you brought back
Cal Tech, yeah, with this hell I'm all that
All facts, I'm not the one you wanna try sucka
Glock sing a song, it's been dyin' to cover
This type of shootin', they don't try at the Rucker
The irony, Tsunami alive and you've gotta Wave goodbye to ya mother
I'm clutchin', clutchin'
I'll up it, up it
What these kids say now-a-days?
This shit bussin', bussin' (bustin', bustin')
Gun Titles? A buncha suckas
I'll put the pole at the end of Block he know the bus(t) is comin'
Chess a kid, I'll talk to him like I'm his fuckin' mother
Tsu Surf can suck my dick, he fuckin' duckin'
You took a picture of what you thought was a woman...turns out it was another brother
Tay like morning wood
(Why?)
Cause Roc(k) hard, but he undercover
Y'all know how I'm comin'
He a girl dad, so I'm here on a mission
Every father's worst nightmare, his daughter lookin' up to a vixen (Viixen)
I'm cookin' this nigga, hibachi with it, take some sake with it
Meanin' I Japanese shots, get a body lifted
He like, "Whatchu gon' do with that gun?"
Nigga catch a body with it!
I'm bulimic, I'll throw this up, then (thin) body bitches
I don't get it
You had a whole round about a woman's body
Well tonight, you can get killed with it
Y'all remember he talked about O'fficial's shape
The whole time I'm the one that's built different
I'm not trippin'
You can stand there with your great tales 'til your family get the nigga in boxes
Hate mail
Great fail
I got a pine box for my biggest hater
You'll get a Hollow stupid, like an intercom in a generator
I'm greatness
This gon' put you in a bad spot, I grab Glocks
Bullets sell out like black cops
Run down, where's the deposit?
Stay silent? The Mag' pop
Don't answer questions then get the Sig' (cig'), good cop/bad cop
Fag stop
I told them I needed a fast op'
Not a pussy bitch who never fights but mouth run wild
Y'all know Pristavia, cut a man?
She's like the toughest and buffest in Gun Titles
Surf put her in the group
You started to cry and get crazy
Tay Roc was like, "No daddy Surf. I thought I was Gun Titles first lady."
You are a worker, not the boss
My first op', was more up to my caliber
So don't ask me why I wanted Surf so bad
Of course this white woman wanna speak to the manager
Two weeks...there's a lot of stress with this
I did this for y’all, was even gon' mess with this
Win/lose...I ain't even tryin’ to flex with this
But tonight, y'all gettin' Vicki
Victoria, Viixen The Assassin, my black side, my white side
I literally use mixed personalities to Prep for this
Cause they testin' pens, I won't stop, a dome pop
I told my shooters, "QP/Yung Ill", translation, "Smoke Roc(k)"
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch, I will knot yo' shit
First day of school outfit laid out, I couldn't wait to Roc(k) yo' shit
I’m not them
Two weeks and I still won’t give you a light win(d)
Or take it breezy on you
Boy that nigga body on top of yours the only way I take it easy (Eazy) on you
We know the truth
Surf's a pussy
I don’t wanna hear none of that, "Cortez", "short prep" or "family" shit
Cause Surf still be on Twitter Spaces runnin' his mouth everyday
Surf you'se a bitch
Now Roc gotta die because of you
Bullets tear a leg or two
Knock his cerebellum loose
Shit went from "Surf on Twitter Space" to Caution yellin', "Give him space! Let the paramedics through!"
I’m the truth, you don't stand a chance with this
Blade so sharp, I can open up a can with this
Nah, brand new .9, modified, I can open up a man with this
Fresh, lemon, squeeze
I can open up a stand with this
Ya man get hit
These shots, you can share wit' ya crew
Tsu Surf's a baby, I was gon' do him terrible too (two)
That was for you
They don't need to hear that heater
Silence on the gun
They don't need to hear that either
I'm lethal, this what it cost to scheme
Headshot, it's gon' cost a dream
Take a lost to me, you gon' be off the scene
Pull the protection out with one hand, I'm Steve Harvey off Love Don't Cost A Thing
Yes, I'm pissed about that last match
But let's talk about this one or are you that wack?
If I was gonna carry you, they could've at least gave me [?] for a backpack
Every word I say to you, my stock drop, I need NASDAQ
Next call I'ma ask for so much money, they can swipe it and get cash back
Who booked this?
I wanna take these moments to put him in the trash sack
If you reminiscing, I'm in the memory, I'm comin' to ya house to get the flashback
Shotgun, have you forgettin' every line that you brought back
Cal Tech, yeah, with this hell I'm all that
All facts, I'm not the one you wanna try sucka
Glock sing a song, it's been dyin' to cover
This type of shootin', they don't try at the Rucker
The irony, Tsunami alive and you've gotta Wave goodbye to ya mother
I'm clutchin', clutchin'
I'll up it, up it
What these kids say now-a-days?
This shit bussin', bussin' (bustin', bustin')
Gun Titles? A buncha suckas
I'll put the pole at the end of Block he know the bus(t) is comin'
Chess a kid, I'll talk to him like I'm his fuckin' mother
Tsu Surf can suck my dick, he fuckin' duckin'
You took a picture of what you thought was a woman...turns out it was another brother
Tay like morning wood
(Why?)
Cause Roc(k) hard, but he undercover
Y'all know how I'm comin'
He a girl dad, so I'm here on a mission
Every father's worst nightmare, his daughter lookin' up to a vixen (Viixen)
I'm cookin' this nigga, hibachi with it, take some sake with it
Meanin' I Japanese shots, get a body lifted
He like, "Whatchu gon' do with that gun?"
Nigga catch a body with it!
I'm bulimic, I'll throw this up, then (thin) body bitches
I don't get it
You had a whole round about a woman's body
Well tonight, you can get killed with it
Y'all remember he talked about O'fficial's shape
The whole time I'm the one that's built different
I'm not trippin'
You can stand there with your great tales 'til your family get the nigga in boxes
Hate mail
Great fail
I got a pine box for my biggest hater
You'll get a Hollow stupid, like an intercom in a generator
I'm greatness
This gon' put you in a bad spot, I grab Glocks
Bullets sell out like black cops
Run down, where's the deposit?
Stay silent? The Mag' pop
Don't answer questions then get the Sig' (cig'), good cop/bad cop
Fag stop
I told them I needed a fast op'
Not a pussy bitch who never fights but mouth run wild
Y'all know Pristavia, cut a man?
She's like the toughest and buffest in Gun Titles
Surf put her in the group
You started to cry and get crazy
Tay Roc was like, "No daddy Surf. I thought I was Gun Titles first lady."
You are a worker, not the boss
My first op', was more up to my caliber
So don't ask me why I wanted Surf so bad
Of course this white woman wanna speak to the manager
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