​viisage (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Diizii]
b*tch

[Chorus: Diizii]
I been poppin’ since I got a roster of a hunnid broads, uh (One hunnid)
Blicky loaded, stick be totin’, send yo’ ass to God, uh (What?)
Needa back up ‘cause we strapped up, b*tch, it’s no facade, uh (Phew)
I’m drippy, please don’t trip, B, diamonds on, this ice won’t thaw, uh (That ice)

[Interlude: Diizii]
(Ooh, Ay29 on this muh’f—) He-he-he-he-he-he
(Ooh)
(Ooh, CADENCE) Uh (Tuh), yeah, ayy (Hee-hee)
(Ooh) Yeah, you know what the f*ck I’m sayin’?

[Verse 1: Diizii]
I been on the scene, b*tch, you know what the f*ck I mean
If you run up wit’ yo’ team, you get popped like some f*ckin’ beans
You don’t know the sh*t I’ve seen, bad lil’ b*tch, get in between
Yeah, for that kush; I’m a fiend, f*ck a nice youngin’, I’m mean, ah!
These caps and clips, they be bustin’ in his visage, uh (Fah-fah)
And this ammo out of sight, now he got no vision, uh (Pew-pew-pew)
Brazy, blood be drippin’, with this red, I paint an image, uh (Too brazy)
I need no practice, shoot ‘em down, but they need a scrimmage
Yeah, I been tryna get at this one bad b*tch
Youngin's told 'em other b*tches, “bring that ass back, b*tch”
I shoot it (Pew-pew-pew-pew), b*tch, I do that damage
My shawty a ten, no, I do not f*ck with average
Not stoppin’, tryna make me a ticket, I’m killin’ these rappers only with my snippets
I got no limit, she send me explicit, I’m in it for hours, you lastin’ a minute
That pus*y, I’m in it, she loud as sh*t, the pipe; she gon’ lick it, silent like crickets
The bank; I’ma break it, that booty the thickest, she shootin’ them opps, carry that sticky (Phew)
[Verse 2: hxmartia]
S-say you runnin’ with that broad? You ain’t do that sh*t, oh
I’m a star with the force, we can turn this sh*t to war
Wanna pop a couple shots? Bet I’ll pop a couple more
I ain’t f*ckin’ with that b*tch, you can come and get your whore
I- I tote ‘em up with a fast track, hop on a track, feel like I need a hazmat
I can’t even f*ckin’ tell what she mad at, I can’t even f*ckin’ tell what she— uh
I-I’m pushin’, b*tch, I’m on top, I’m what everybody want
They been trippin’ ‘bout my plot, I could send you to the stars, blatt!
When you see me, uh, br-brand new Lamborghini racin’
Fiji, Glock lookin’ like my b*tch, it’s sayin’, “squeeze me,” ha-ha
E-e-every time I’m runnin’, feelin’ like Rambo, I been prepared, so I got hella ammo
I turn your ex-ho into a S.O., gems on my wrist, I be snappin’ like Thanos
Woah, woah, woah, woah, tear this sh*t, oh-oh
You know my b*tch bad, goth b*tch, no Shego
I ain’t got no reason pushin’ down my ego
I could beat you tenfold, you don’t know who we know, uh

[Verse 3: DefNOTBio]
Every time I release, yeah, I’m killin’ em all, like I’m droppin’ a nuke
I’ll get you in check, R.I.P. to your soul, like you ballin’ at Duke
When that stick get to blowin’, ain’t talkin’ a flute
I walk with the steel, I ain’t talkin’ a boot
I stay with that heat, got a Glock in the booth
I’m runnin’ sh*t over, b*tch, you oughta move
You talkin’ that sh*t, better pray that you waterproof
Every line inside this tablet dope as f*ck, it’s like I’m poppin’ pills
I go psycho, it’s insane and every thought is ill
Every picture that I paint is real, not watchin’ films
I got punchlines, yeah, I beat the beat, you see my boxing skills? Woo!
Like Bruce, you unbreakable until I wet you up
So done with your sh*t, now my 7 up
A blade or a gun, doesn’t matter, b*tch, I got a weapon tucked
You get put in a box when I spray at your neck, you ain’t freshened up
Don’t get me started, I’ll step on yo’ ass like the gas, I ain’t revvin’ up
I’ma send you to God, like a lob, how you headin’ up
When you walkin’ up with something in your hands, b*tch, it better be stairs when you steppin’ up
I’m saucin’, got green like a salad, no ranch, how I’m dressin’ up
Try to rob me? Got a gun on my side, you get left with a hole in your head, how you endin’ up
That heater inside of my jacket, when I leave him drippin’, no, he isn’t sweatin’, bruh
Yeah, I’m TLG, and it’s Russian roulette with the gunplay
We been trainin’ on tracks and we underground just like a subway
My mind is a weapon, my bullets be fly like a plane, and I’m takin’ off just like a runway
Me and my team, yeah, we makin’ it someday, we ridin’ together like we on a bus, ayy
They know I’m not weak, but they treatin’ me just like a Monday
I got the drive and I’m talkin’ different, I feel like a Hyundai
I still will be cold even if you desert me, no sundae
If you don’t think I’m a God with the rap, well, too bad ‘cause I don’t give a f*ck, ayy (Easy, God!)

[Chorus: Diizii]
I been poppin’ since I got a roster of a hunnid broads, uh (One hunnid)
Blicky loaded, stick be totin’, send yo’ ass to God, uh (What?)
Needa back up ‘cause we strapped up, b*tch, it’s no facade, uh (Phew)
I’m drippy, please don’t trip, B, diamonds on, this ice won’t thaw, uh (That ice)

[Outro: Diizii]
Yeah, I'm killin' em all like I'm droppin' a nuke
And that stick get to blowin', ain't talkin' a flute
I stay with that heat, got a Glock in the booth
I'm runnin' sh*t over, b*tch, you oughta move