JustViGi & Zai - MIKE TYSON

Choppa got kickback like a punch
No Mike Tyson
Would've thought I'd be Aang
The way that I got me a bison
Them bullets gon' travel, ripping his body
Now he in horizon
The way that these bullets connect
Best believe I got Verizon
Slap a bitch like I'm Will Smith
But not for some bald bitch
Rick Owens on my feet, I ball
You just garbage
I got a Glock, it's gon' shoot yo whole town bitch
I got a semi on me, yo' ass gon' fold quick
Damn, huh, damn, huh
Your bitch likin the sound
Damn, huh, damn, huh
Extendo clips, looking 'round
Damn, huh, damn, huh
Police, sending them hounds
Damn, huh, damn, huh
Turret, it got a mount
Ain't nothing bounding me
If you was in my position, ain't getting out of it
When the clip get unloaded, it's hitting your feet
No way you was getting out of it
When I hopped on the mic
They ain't never think of it much
I know they always doubted it
But, once they hear my new shit
Like a moth to the flame, gon' devour it
(Boom, boom, boom)
Heard you niggas talkin' I shoot-shoot
Fumiharo, I got options I'll poof you to
An auction, I could sell his rocks and all his diamonds
All he got is tears
Talk crazy we finna go batshit
I can't fuck with these they hoes
They too ratchet
Makin it out hood with some adlibs
Me and ViGi been locked in
I can't fuck with a nigga, because they chopped
My girl Triplin like Eem, I got her boshed
Shorty got a new man
I got her in my bed
On some one night stand shit
(Huh, yeah)
Nigga, my prophecy
Is wake up, pussy, get the grind
She think that she know psychology
She really getting in my mind
I keep a blick tucked in my prada jeans
In case a pussy wanna slide
They keep asking me like, Zai
"When you on the mic, how you spittin' fye'?"
(Damn) damn, huh (damn) damn, huh
Don't talk to a nigga, unless you got
(Bands) bands, (bands) bands
I hold out a rack turn em' to a
(Fan) fan, (fan) fan
Y'all niggas weird as fuck
(bands on-, bands, yeah)

Written by:
Just ViGi, Zaire James

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