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, but this gon be a easy f*cking 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 be sad 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 f*ck 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, but this gon be a easy f*cking 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
VICIOUS Video (MV)
Performed By: The SweetLyfe Society
Length: 3:10
Written by: KwanYin Ewart, Richard Devino, Samuel Omoruyi
The SweetLyfe Society - VICIOUS Lyrics
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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, but this gon be a easy f*cking 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 be sad 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 f*ck 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, but this gon be a easy f*cking 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
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, but this gon be a easy f*cking 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 be sad 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 f*ck 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, but this gon be a easy f*cking 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
Writer: KwanYin Ewart, Richard Devino, Samuel Omoruyi
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid