Dis Turf War - Viper

On the real, all I do is chill

My boys walk around, with anger concealed

Truth is revealed, I ball

Cake, jewelery, cars, dude I got it all

I stand tall, as I walk

Diamonds on my neck, got boys on no talk

I’m loving the way I’m making this cake

All the cash I’m seeing from the decisions I make

I done set myself up for continual cash

G’s up, marks down as I hide my stash

Keeping dude on retreat, that’s how I’m doing them

They can’t get away, bankruptcy’s pursuing them

Every plan they done had to come up in this game, I done trashed

These haters, I done locked out this game that I only rock

In this hustle of infamy, I’m that top-choice G

The one they can’t fade, the one that’s got it made

I know, the real

Why do these boys want me killed?

I know, the real

Why do these boys want me killed?

In this infamy game

I made more money while punks know your name

I’m infamy-blessed

That’s something you don’t want to test

In this league I’m in

I made it so only I can win

Misperceptions or bent reality

Cause they think they gon' see some cheese

Cause I always change it up with something new

A new style that can’t lose

Then these pussy niggas try to steal my swag

So I switch it up again on their ass

You can call me All Autotune

Computer Viper, that’s what it do

So you cats better start playing the lotto

That’s the only way that y’all coming up, bro

Could it be my ride?

Could it be my shine?

Could it be my cash?

No, it’s all because of my…

Could it be my crib?

Or the way I live?

Could it be my dome?

Or why the girls can’t leave me alone?

I know, the real

Why do these boys want me killed?

I know (Could it be my crib?)

The real (Or the way I live?)

Why do these boys (Could it be my dome?)

Want to kill me (Or why the girls can’t leave me alone?)