Parlayin' - Viper

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

I ball

I always with it

Nine in the clip, but still ready for a killing

If i have to, i ain’t even tripping

Use the .45 or the rippin

Parlayin', just cruising

Wondering who gone catch a bruisin

Wondering why bad choices boys are choosing

And ended up losing

They lives over bullshit

Like trying to catch a G boy’s grip

When they know, that shit is played out

And everything that keeps on that get hot

But fuck it, go and get shot

I’ll leave you hemorrhaging, bleeding in blood clots

Head down, torn nose, hair knots

In red light, and your hand stops

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

«I can’t ball, all I do is ride with it

Why I’m always mad?»

Cause theres some other cash in it

«Why I get sent to the mall?»

Cuz you ain’t ballin like a G does

It’s best to chill and lay low

Get your shit together

And come back for mo'

Instead of walking 'round like a hoe-ass nigga

Cus you broke

These boys taking life as a joke

Run up on me they caught me dead in they clothes

Even if you’re rich, you’ll still be smoked

On a table identified by your folks

And no it ain’t a hoax

You’ll be shotted up before your first word spoke

I don’t understand

Why they think I’m playing

These boys speed to a stealth slaying

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling

Parlayin', doin my thing

Boys hypnotised, traumatised by the bling