"Virgil 2" lyrics
(Pyro made it)
I'm makin' racks, not friends
We turn ya boy to a strand
FN Five-seveN, both hands
Louis shirt cost me a grand
I-I play the block like Bam
I-I sold more food than a stand
I'm in the sprinter, just me and the brodies
I'm 'bout to shoot this shit up, hold my Rollie
I made this bitch spread her legs like a goalie
Glock 30 look like a hoagie, nigga
We get the drop, we gon' smoke it
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T. mixed with snake
I turn a four to a eight, yeah
Bitch, I'm back like Mase
Bring his head back, leave his face, uh
And I just been chasin' the guap, uh
You niggas chasin' the twat
I'm not a Christian, but I get you crossed
I blew a check, I just fucked up the mall
Virgil L.V. jacket, I need a small (Small)
Nigga, you staff, I'm the boss
I-I drop this bag, get you offed (Offed)
Look at my wrist, Jack Frost, uh
My money long as a sloth
You want the show, send the racks in advance
I can't get you, then we clappin' ya man
I can fit three hoes in back of the Benz
I can fit three killers back of the van
I counted 50K flat, did my dance
.223's burn through ya skin
She like, "What's that in ya jacket?"
This a G-lock and it hold like December
I touch more paper than printers
I up this burner, he turn to a sprinter
Look at my wrist, this bitch feel like the winter
I'm gettin' guap, I ain't worried 'bout bitches, uh
Ran that shit up, LA Fitness
We get the drop then we spinnin'
I'm 'bout to slide, I ain't go in a minute
Play with the zoo, then you dumb, uh
I ran up like 50 a month, uh
Brand new car move like a horse, uh
We drop more guns than a force, uh
I make one call, then you torched, uh
We why the city got morgues, uh
I ran through like 20, was bored
And this bitch hang on my hip like a sword
We hit his head, we don't show no remorse
If he outside, we gon' shoot up the porch
I been gettin' guap, what you mean?
I still got hundreds, that's green
Lil' bro came back with a ring, uh
This that get back, what you mean? Uh
Niggas get- for the team
Free all the bros out the Bay (Pyro made it)
Lil cuzzie spinnin' again and again
I'm makin' racks, not friends
We turn ya boy to a strand
FN Five-seveN, both hands
Louis shirt cost me a grand
I play the block like Bam
I sold more food than a stand
I'm makin' racks, not friends
We turn ya boy to a strand
FN Five-seveN, both hands
Louis shirt cost me a grand
I-I play the block like Bam
I-I sold more food than a stand
I'm in the sprinter, just me and the brodies
I'm 'bout to shoot this shit up, hold my Rollie
I made this bitch spread her legs like a goalie
Glock 30 look like a hoagie, nigga
We get the drop, we gon' smoke it
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T. mixed with snake
I turn a four to a eight, yeah
Bitch, I'm back like Mase
Bring his head back, leave his face, uh
And I just been chasin' the guap, uh
You niggas chasin' the twat
I'm not a Christian, but I get you crossed
I blew a check, I just fucked up the mall
Virgil L.V. jacket, I need a small (Small)
Nigga, you staff, I'm the boss
I-I drop this bag, get you offed (Offed)
Look at my wrist, Jack Frost, uh
My money long as a sloth
You want the show, send the racks in advance
I can't get you, then we clappin' ya man
I can fit three hoes in back of the Benz
I can fit three killers back of the van
I counted 50K flat, did my dance
.223's burn through ya skin
She like, "What's that in ya jacket?"
This a G-lock and it hold like December
I touch more paper than printers
I up this burner, he turn to a sprinter
Look at my wrist, this bitch feel like the winter
I'm gettin' guap, I ain't worried 'bout bitches, uh
Ran that shit up, LA Fitness
We get the drop then we spinnin'
I'm 'bout to slide, I ain't go in a minute
Play with the zoo, then you dumb, uh
I ran up like 50 a month, uh
Brand new car move like a horse, uh
We drop more guns than a force, uh
I make one call, then you torched, uh
We why the city got morgues, uh
I ran through like 20, was bored
And this bitch hang on my hip like a sword
We hit his head, we don't show no remorse
If he outside, we gon' shoot up the porch
I been gettin' guap, what you mean?
I still got hundreds, that's green
Lil' bro came back with a ring, uh
This that get back, what you mean? Uh
Niggas get- for the team
Free all the bros out the Bay (Pyro made it)
Lil cuzzie spinnin' again and again
I'm makin' racks, not friends
We turn ya boy to a strand
FN Five-seveN, both hands
Louis shirt cost me a grand
I play the block like Bam
I sold more food than a stand
Writer(s): Ahmad Jennings, Jaquan Lee
