VICIOUS ft. KAIYPRO, LSTR & VINO Lyrics

On my fist is some timeless shit

It's more than lava lit

I can't miss when I start some shit

Just gotta finish it

Run that back

On my track

Like the field I sprint with it

Thinking quick

For my pitch

Bitch It might just throw a fit

Bitch I might just

Grab the opposition by the necks

They not the brightest

This gon be a easy fucking lick

I'm feeling righteous

Just smite they souls I knew it took a toll

I had to bless em

With that smith & wesson

That was they lesson

Y'all my students

This my profession

So start confessin

Need me some weed

Hit the plug up so Fly like a eagle

Run the score up, I hang with some dogs

Not the lil pups, you messing with us

Wish u good luck

I'm balling like Giannis, get the big bucks

I pop me a perky, I said oh shucks

I keep it real classy, brought my damn tux

My bitch she real sassy, that's that good love

These nigga creepin' don't check on me

I put the X in a box like a penalty

My silver be surfing the melody

Go get the metal if I catch you meddling

The rapping shit sound like a felony

I put the cuffs in my pants when the water be

Dropping off of my jewelry

You think you schooling me? Stop all the foolery

Damn I'm feeling cocky

My diamonds hit like baki

Got these niggas pocket watching

Shorty wanna block me

Told that bitch to keep on walking

Went to the bank, rob em blind

We had them speakers knocking

Got your babygirl in my ride don't need a stroller

Cause these nigga playing games but where's my controller

Need another whip brought the Range Rover

Don't need another bitch my girl she a soldier

I said I need some head she get to eating like vulture

Roll her on her side, I get to plowing agriculture

They look at me like "I know her"

Do you know me? Or you know this cold shoulder

She love when I give her the smolder

Don't give a fuck if she's saying she older

Bad bitch you know that I told her

Come get this dick bend her up like a folder

Told me the flow be so holy, it roll off my tongue like a poly or boulder

I call that blasphemy

Your honor it ain't our fault that we can run this shit so casually

Brought the stick we paint the block it's red you see the masterpiece

And when you speak to me I wanna hear you say your majesty

On my fist is some timeless shit

It's more than lava lit

I can't miss when I start some shit

Just gotta finish it

Run that back

On my track

Like the field I sprint with it

Thinking quick

For my pitch

Bitch It might just throw a fit

Bitch I might just

Grab the opposition by the necks

They not the brightest

This gon be a easy fucking lick

I'm feeling righteous

Just smite they souls I knew it took a toll

I had to bless em

With that smith & wesson

That was they lesson

Y'all my students

This my profession

So start confessin