Viola

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 ridin' in stolens
 Metal stay low, they will strike when provokin'
 I feel I'm chosen
 They know that I got it
 They look in my eyes and they see what I'm rockin' (bling, bling)
 I'm all in the fire, I stay on my .9 so you know that I'm plottin'
 I ain't beatin' 'em up
 I'm gettin' 'em gone, I can't smoke out the profit
 Life be new to all us
 We all hella young, but we totin' our rockets
 I feel I'm fallin' and you're lettin' me fall
 I call the jail, I tell 'em free all my dawgs
 If you fuckin' with Lil Nine, you know we gettin' involved
 It broke my heart that time I'm missin' a call
 Wash my hands with these niggas, but my spray dirty
 Fuck her, call her Uber, make her leave and catch her flight early
 Niggas say we beefin', 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 prayin' 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 hurtin'
 Walkin' in the rain with no disguise, but I got slight service
 Walkin' in the rain, I hide this .9, I'm only slight nervous
 I might pop another from the gutter, I predicted this
 I tried 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 talkin' history
 Viola, I used to know ya
 Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya
 Pray for my soldiers that's ridin' in stolens
 Metal stay low, they will strike when provokin'
 Viola, I used to know ya
 Creep with my toaster, tonight I must hold ya
 Pray for my soldiers that's ridin' in stolens
 Metal stay low, they will strike when provokin'
 (Can't let her be far)
 Oh...
 Oh (gettin' new fire)
 (That Karma)