Virgil 2

Pyro made it

I'm makin' racks, not friends

We turn your 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 GOAT 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're clappin' your 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

.223s burn through your skin

She's like, "What's that in ya jacket?"

This a G-lock and it holds like December

I touch more paper than printers

I up this burner, he turns 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're 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've 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