"Viral" lyrics
(feat. TA)
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Ayy, come here, it's over here
Go in that door — nah, that door right there, that one, yeah
Go inside that door, I'll be in there in a minute
Just gotta lock up
Took her to the studio and fucked her from the back (Yeah)
Nine from in the bootyhole, all you hear is brrat
All on her face, put the rest on her back
Then I started doin' vocals and they came out like that (Like that)
Bitch, you blew it if your stomach gettin' fat
'Cause a nigga don't play that, get a nigga for his scratch (Yeah)
How that shit sound? Treat me like Chris Brown
Then try to delete me while you talkin' that shit now?
Used to be completely open, now you got chips, wow (Wow)
Attitude changin' 'cause you live in L.A.? (Shit)
How the figure you could play where I stay?
You ain't Kobe, you ain't play how I play
I put it right in the anal when I watch the volcano
A fat little burger with a little bit of mayo (Yeah)
Now I'm 'bout to get the four-fifth
And you get out the cam, we about to record this
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
[TA:]
Ain't no fightin' this, Tyson, I be slicin' and dicin' (Right)
Bitch, I strike like a Viking, then I get to strikin' like lightnin'
She be like, "It's enticing," she be actin' like it ain't frightenin'
First, they say "It's not to my liking," then they bite what I'm writin'
Bitch, we tight with a Triton, have these niggas hype, we excitin'
Riots, don't even try it, you'll die with a MAC at the mic
And then you'll get socked in the mouth, die with a cock in your mouth
We won't remember you, so you'll never be forgotten about
Man, I ain't goin' lame with that bitch (Nah), I came and that's it (Yeah)
Then I started doin' vocals and it came off like this
Man, I did it all backwards, got the fame but I'm not rich
I ain't got shit but a dollar to my name but got hits (But got hits)
But I'ma sing this shit to the heaven, I'm still a legend
Like my nigga Kevin (Right), you'll be dead as a 1-8-7
Man, I'm so damn sick of taking the high road, I'm 'bout to go live
And not a soul'll survive
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
Ayy, come here, it's over here
Go in that door — nah, that door right there, that one, yeah
Go inside that door, I'll be in there in a minute
Just gotta lock up
Took her to the studio and fucked her from the back (Yeah)
Nine from in the bootyhole, all you hear is brrat
All on her face, put the rest on her back
Then I started doin' vocals and they came out like that (Like that)
Bitch, you blew it if your stomach gettin' fat
'Cause a nigga don't play that, get a nigga for his scratch (Yeah)
How that shit sound? Treat me like Chris Brown
Then try to delete me while you talkin' that shit now?
Used to be completely open, now you got chips, wow (Wow)
Attitude changin' 'cause you live in L.A.? (Shit)
How the figure you could play where I stay?
You ain't Kobe, you ain't play how I play
I put it right in the anal when I watch the volcano
A fat little burger with a little bit of mayo (Yeah)
Now I'm 'bout to get the four-fifth
And you get out the cam, we about to record this
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
[TA:]
Ain't no fightin' this, Tyson, I be slicin' and dicin' (Right)
Bitch, I strike like a Viking, then I get to strikin' like lightnin'
She be like, "It's enticing," she be actin' like it ain't frightenin'
First, they say "It's not to my liking," then they bite what I'm writin'
Bitch, we tight with a Triton, have these niggas hype, we excitin'
Riots, don't even try it, you'll die with a MAC at the mic
And then you'll get socked in the mouth, die with a cock in your mouth
We won't remember you, so you'll never be forgotten about
Man, I ain't goin' lame with that bitch (Nah), I came and that's it (Yeah)
Then I started doin' vocals and it came off like this
Man, I did it all backwards, got the fame but I'm not rich
I ain't got shit but a dollar to my name but got hits (But got hits)
But I'ma sing this shit to the heaven, I'm still a legend
Like my nigga Kevin (Right), you'll be dead as a 1-8-7
Man, I'm so damn sick of taking the high road, I'm 'bout to go live
And not a soul'll survive
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
Bitch, you 'bout to go viral
