Decline

(Part One: JustViGi)
(Yuh, uh)
Glocky give dat boy sleep paralysis
And im gon smoke on his pack like it canabis yuh
Fuck on his bitch back
You better get back
Fore my Glock get up in yo face uh huh

I gotta shooter he rockin a glocky
If you talkin shit you get popped uhhuh

Shawty she smoke on my dick, she gon talk like she rick
She gon be shoutin adlibs like what uh uh

Vigi n random so you know it bop bop bop
Where da ammo go?
Every inch of yo body like head to toe
And yo bitch she want dick she tend to hoe

Bands over bitches and mind over matter
He gon snitch like a rat
Emancipation gon make it wit patience
Dem bullеts gon on the floor like a mat yuh

Step up to mе got a death wish
Imma serve up Glock onna plate like a chef dish
No yo hoe ain't no bad bitch
When all she be doin is pose on the camera lookin racchet
Throw yo ass out like a hatchet
If you try me gon be in sum bad shit
I know that she want me i know that she care
She gon come over like a rabbit

(Part Two: JustViGi)
You needa stepback, sgm rockin all black
I got scope on my Glock it gon pull yo crew back
Fully automatic on my hip, cost a big bag
Runnin runnin doin zig zags

Zig-zig zags wit a big ass blades
Bring it to you, i got a stick dats late
Throw down some money, imma use it, bate
Bring out my shooters, gon mistake wit may
Ain't noone switch up like me
Fuck yo ass up now i got blood on my tee
If he try me then he'll gets meds urgently
Cannot deal wit vigi, he got an agency

(Part Three: calebjuarez.)
He tried makin’ jokes, he gon hop on the trend
He gettin’ a funeral and I ain’t gon attend
Why he flexin’ his shit when he go to H&M
I’m picky as fuck, how bout I spare you some bands

Now I'm just down in my luck, big bands got tucks
Fuck bitch, fake love
But she don't want none

(Part Four: calebjuarez.)
But damn, thats just how I think sometimes
I can’t really think of rhymes
Never really design my place, uh
I think I’m just up to date, but

She so crazy, with my dick I’m tasty
But she can’t see me anything other than food, thank
You ain’t thinkin’ that's a crazy thing
But with the taking and fucking, you breakin' in

You always screaming at me to be begginin'
But like what does that mean fuck
Damn

Bitch, I’m done, get ya lan
Say you need money and so bitch I ran
Not like iranians, bitch you a alien
This gettin’ old, I got a ransom note

Where I go, steal a boat, hear the tone
But I got that shit set in stone

Might be so break, that I might get a loan
Man if this bitch doesn’t leave me alone