CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : RIP Virgil
Ayo, Mark A
Huh
Glock 23 give his a** the Chris Mullin cut
Let me see that pint, your Wock' funny, boy, I shook it up
Star in the car, I see stars when I'm lookin' up
Scampire, double coffee-cup, this b*t*h full of blood
Got a play out the way, I gotta hit Lavonia
Hit the turtle pie winter time, I might get Pneumonia
Unkie masked up, actin' like he finna get Corona
Brodie off a six of Wocky, lookin' like he sippin' Cola
He gon' end up in a coma
Three stripes, off the three-fifties, I ain't in Samosas
Talkin' 'bout you trap, but never seen the yola hit the sola
Lil' gang bad as hell, they'll never get diplomas
3-5 off—, sh*t, where the f**k am I at, dude?
Balеnciaga addict, middle name should be "Track 2"
Wеnt and grabbed a fast coupe, b*t*h, I had to
Act rude, fifties in my pants, but the stash blue
Flyin' down Evergreen, I got the chop wit' me
Y'all the seventh seed, first seed, I got a squad wit' me
I ain't sellin' beans, I be punchin, but can't box wit' me
Trackhawk got hella speed, be damned the cops get me
B*t*h, I came a long way from them giffy trips
Goin' wit' my gut, I ain't dealin' wit' the iffy sh*t
Don't cost it, but I payed my hitman a fifty-strip
Whole faucet, got it outta Hutch, b*t*h, Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P. Virgil
Blue, green and pink money, b*t*h, but the jeans Purple
Movin' slow off the red, I don't drink turtle
Two straps, walkin' in your crib like I'm Steve Urkel
ROYGBIV, cup got a lot of R in it
Widebody, I'm too damn high, I can't park in it
Akhi slidin' down, sendin' shots like he bartendin'
Feel like Yeat, ridin' wit' my twizzy in my scarf drippin'
Ridin' in a spaceship, might land on Mars wit' me
Ain't scared of sh*t, bein' smart, got my car tinted
Chrome tee, but my chest ain't got a heart in it
Rapstar, 2018 I had carbs hittin'
2022 I need ten for the verse
Timbos on, Unkie in here steppin' on the work
Eleven on the kicks, seven on the shirt
Reach for a chain, send his a** to heaven in a hearse
3-5, 3-5, sh*t, I'm lookin' Asian
Hit his a** wit' a headshot, doggie should have Matrix-d
Fifteenth wood of the day, sh*t, I couldn't face it
So much cap on his mixtape, sh*t, I couldn't play it
Buffs wit' the ice chucks, I gotta blow my nose
I ain't basic, walked up into Hutch, I had to rose the gold
March 2022, would've lost, we went pro for pro
Winter 21', you gon' lose, we go coat for coat
2022 I might f**k around and get a Grammy
Sh*tty Boyz meetin', hit up Dee, gotta hit up Stan
Newest gen' Glock, dumba**, even the pistol fancy
Cryin' on Instagram, boy, you need to fix your pennies
SSNs layin' 'round, I can get your grammies
We might firebomb your crib if we get your addy
I might come, big Rolls Royce, I can't get no Chevy
.762s flyin' out, we'll flip your scatty
Ayy
Sh*tty Boyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, b*t*h
Huh
Glock 23 give his a** the Chris Mullin cut
Let me see that pint, your Wock' funny, boy, I shook it up
Star in the car, I see stars when I'm lookin' up
Scampire, double coffee-cup, this b*t*h full of blood
Got a play out the way, I gotta hit Lavonia
Hit the turtle pie winter time, I might get Pneumonia
Unkie masked up, actin' like he finna get Corona
Brodie off a six of Wocky, lookin' like he sippin' Cola
He gon' end up in a coma
Three stripes, off the three-fifties, I ain't in Samosas
Talkin' 'bout you trap, but never seen the yola hit the sola
Lil' gang bad as hell, they'll never get diplomas
3-5 off—, sh*t, where the f**k am I at, dude?
Balеnciaga addict, middle name should be "Track 2"
Wеnt and grabbed a fast coupe, b*t*h, I had to
Act rude, fifties in my pants, but the stash blue
Flyin' down Evergreen, I got the chop wit' me
Y'all the seventh seed, first seed, I got a squad wit' me
I ain't sellin' beans, I be punchin, but can't box wit' me
Trackhawk got hella speed, be damned the cops get me
B*t*h, I came a long way from them giffy trips
Goin' wit' my gut, I ain't dealin' wit' the iffy sh*t
Don't cost it, but I payed my hitman a fifty-strip
Whole faucet, got it outta Hutch, b*t*h, Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P. Virgil
Blue, green and pink money, b*t*h, but the jeans Purple
Movin' slow off the red, I don't drink turtle
Two straps, walkin' in your crib like I'm Steve Urkel
ROYGBIV, cup got a lot of R in it
Widebody, I'm too damn high, I can't park in it
Akhi slidin' down, sendin' shots like he bartendin'
Feel like Yeat, ridin' wit' my twizzy in my scarf drippin'
Ridin' in a spaceship, might land on Mars wit' me
Ain't scared of sh*t, bein' smart, got my car tinted
Chrome tee, but my chest ain't got a heart in it
Rapstar, 2018 I had carbs hittin'
2022 I need ten for the verse
Timbos on, Unkie in here steppin' on the work
Eleven on the kicks, seven on the shirt
Reach for a chain, send his a** to heaven in a hearse
3-5, 3-5, sh*t, I'm lookin' Asian
Hit his a** wit' a headshot, doggie should have Matrix-d
Fifteenth wood of the day, sh*t, I couldn't face it
So much cap on his mixtape, sh*t, I couldn't play it
Buffs wit' the ice chucks, I gotta blow my nose
I ain't basic, walked up into Hutch, I had to rose the gold
March 2022, would've lost, we went pro for pro
Winter 21', you gon' lose, we go coat for coat
2022 I might f**k around and get a Grammy
Sh*tty Boyz meetin', hit up Dee, gotta hit up Stan
Newest gen' Glock, dumba**, even the pistol fancy
Cryin' on Instagram, boy, you need to fix your pennies
SSNs layin' 'round, I can get your grammies
We might firebomb your crib if we get your addy
I might come, big Rolls Royce, I can't get no Chevy
.762s flyin' out, we'll flip your scatty
Ayy
Sh*tty Boyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, b*t*h
