XV - I'm V!zZy lyrics

[Verse 1] I don't wear a chain that pop out But always hit the scene with a dame that's a knock out Coupe-look boxing But, I'm always on my job No clock outs the opposite of watch out Cuz they stay watching I'm on the road to success Where they drive on the left And the speed limit's mach ten So if you see me, please wave She said "Oh, behave." But my name ain't Austin The X-V, fly boy, fresh tee Said "I'm afraid I can be your next ex, V." I only ask for your number So I pulled out a pencil like standardized testing Then she asked "Why the pencil?" So you can erase it, in the case that I offend you If p**n b**hes in pictures is somethin' that's an issue Or you hate south park, I dismiss you They be like "Vizzy on some other sh**." On these MC's D's cuz they loving it Pockets fat like The Klumps in it My flow is something sick, no asking Proactive, couldn't stop bumping it But nowadays I be on that upper tip Let me think I'm gone, kind of like my upper lip Wrong. Like a broken condom, pause Guitars go raw, is something you really shouldn't be f**ing with Came through rippin' with the paint still drippin' They say like Sheneneh "Oh no you di'nt" You know that one sayin' when your palms start itchin'? Well mine do so much I had to start to wear mittens And you think that I'm kidding If I don't slow down, she gonna think that I'm pimpin' If I don't go down, she gonna think I hate fishing So we chill for minute, and I was like "Listen, maybe I'm different." Who you know that'll f** your brains out Take your parents out, and reads Home Living? Failure's not an option, it leaves no mission Birds stay flocking, but each no pigeon Young fly flash-ay, cliche if you ask may (me) But you gonna remember me like I was in your cache Hustle like a fast break, drop 'em like a bad date I'll get on my this here, you get on your that way I'm out in days like matinees, and all the ladies lookin' cute Keep on shades so all the babes will never see me look at chu (you) Down a few of danimals, tell me what you 'bout to do Me a favor, text me later, say we all are bouncin' to All this pompous walkin' got girls wonderin' who Hoff is I am where the chalk is, rhymes 'bout as deep as New Orleans' marches Vizzy, Vizzy, Vizzy's what you call this, Layover Gameover [Outro]