J Mont, Vidal Garcia - Viral Lyrics

Pull up in the Spyder, like we finna go viral, (Right)
She fillin' my cup, and I'm feelin' her thighs up
I just don't know what it is, but I ain't givin' up
Yeah, she got the red on her key, she talkin' bout pickin' me up

She pulled up in a white whip with a black tint
She light-skinned with a fat ass, got a thin waist and an accent
She strike a pose and it's lights, camera, action, no actin'
We in the room, she love my moves, I'm too smooth
I moonwalk Mike Jackson, she like me now 'cause I'm rappin'
I'll write a verse for the captions, I lead my team, I'm a captain
What I show is a faction, they too scared, they say a prayer, they need a chaplain
I'm feelin' belated, I know that they hate it, regardless, I'm hearin' them clappin'

Pull up in the Spyder, like we finna go viral, (Right)
She fillin' my cup, and I'm feelin' her thighs up
I just don't know what it is, but I ain't givin' up
Yeah, she got the red on her key, she talkin' bout pickin' me up

She want the Benz, I pick the Rover
Hold the wheel, I'm barely sober
Smell the smoke, you know the odor
See my cup, it's flowin' over
In the garden, Genesis
We dodgin' snakes, they venomous
My pockets fat, it's strenuous
When I spend, I'm generous
The Cadillacs got three rows
When bullets fly, I eat those
I see the trend, I'm a betting man, I like my odds, I'm Pete Rose
She turns up off Tito's
You know I ball, she on her knees, I crossed her up, my D-Rose
I'm unfair like Chico's

Pull up in the Spyder, like we finna go viral, (Right)
She fillin' my cup, and I'm feelin' her thighs up
I just don't know what it is, but I ain't givin' up
Yeah, she got the red on her key, she talkin' bout pickin' me up

Yeah, we finna go viral
Get the cameras out
Finna go viral, (Viral)
Finna go viral
Oh, we goin' viral
(Viral, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We finna go viral
Get the cameras out
Finna go viral, (Viral)
Finna go viral
Oh, we goin' viral
(Viral, yeah, yeah, yeah)