RIP Virgil Songtext
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RIP Virgil Songtext
(Ayo, Mark A!)
Huh
Glock .23, give his ass the Chris Mullin cut
Lemme see that Pint, your Wok funny
Boy, I shook it up
Star in the Car, I see stars when I′m looking up
Scampire, Double Coffee-Cup, this Bitch full of Blood
Gotta play out the way, I gotta hit Lavonia
Hit the Turtle Pie Winner time, I might get Pneumonia
Akhi masked up, actin' like he finna get Corona
Brodi off the Six of Woky, actin′ like he sippin' Cola
(Ohhh)
He gon' end up in a Coma
Three Stripe, off the Three 50′s, I ain′t in Samos
Talk about you "trap", never seen any Yola hit the Sola
Lil Gang, bad as hell, they'll never get Diplomas
Three-Five a Shit, where the fuck am I at dude?
Balenciaga addcit, Middle Name should be "Track.2"
Went and grabbed the Fast Coupe, bitch, I had too
Act Rude, 50′s in my Pants but the Stash blue
Flyin' down Evergreen, I got the Chop with me
Y′all the Seventh Seed, First Seed I got a Squad with me
I ain't sellin′ beans, I be punchin' but can't Box with me
Trackhawk got hella speed, be damned the Cops get me
Bitch, I came a long way from them Giffy trips
Goin′ with my gut, I ain′t dealing with the iffy shit
Don't Cost it, but I pay my Hitman a 50-Strip
Whole faucet, got it out of Hutch, Bitch, Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P Virgil
Blue, Green and Pink Money, Bitch but the Jeans Purple
Movin′ slow off the Red, I'on drink Turtle
2 Straps, walkin′ in yo Crib like I'm Steve Urkel
ROYGBIV, Cup got a lot of R in it
Wide-Body, I′m too damn High, I can't park in it
Akhi Slide down, Sendin' Shots like he Bartendin′
Feel like Yeat, ridin′ with my Twizzy, and my Scarf Drippin'
Riding in a Spaceship, might land on Mars with it
Ain′t Scared of Shit, 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, Akhi in here steppin′ on the Work
11 on the Kicks, Seven on the Shirt
Reach for a Chain, send his ass to Heaven in a Hearse
Three-Five, Three-Five, Shit, I'm lookin' Asian
Hit his ass with a Headshot, Doggie should′ve "Matrix′d"
15th Wood of the Day, shit I couldn't face it
So much Cap on his Mixtape, shit I couldn′t play it
Buffs with the Ice Chucks, I gotta Blow my Nose
I ain't Basic, walked up in the Hutch, I had to Rose the Gold
March 2020, would′ve lost we went Pro for Pro
Winner 21, you gon' lose we go Coat for Coat
2022, I might fuck around and get a Grammy
Shitty Boyz meeting, hit up Dee, gotta hit up Stan
Newest Gen Glock, Dumbass even the Pistol Fancy
Crying on Instagram? Boy, you need to fix your Pannys
SSNs laying around, I could get your Grammys
We might Firebomb your Crib, if we get your Addy
I might come BIG Rolls Royce, I can′t get no Chevy
.762s slidin' out we'll flip your Scatty
(Phew!)
Ayy, Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch
Huh
Glock .23, give his ass the Chris Mullin cut
Lemme see that Pint, your Wok funny
Boy, I shook it up
Star in the Car, I see stars when I′m looking up
Scampire, Double Coffee-Cup, this Bitch full of Blood
Gotta play out the way, I gotta hit Lavonia
Hit the Turtle Pie Winner time, I might get Pneumonia
Akhi masked up, actin' like he finna get Corona
Brodi off the Six of Woky, actin′ like he sippin' Cola
(Ohhh)
He gon' end up in a Coma
Three Stripe, off the Three 50′s, I ain′t in Samos
Talk about you "trap", never seen any Yola hit the Sola
Lil Gang, bad as hell, they'll never get Diplomas
Three-Five a Shit, where the fuck am I at dude?
Balenciaga addcit, Middle Name should be "Track.2"
Went and grabbed the Fast Coupe, bitch, I had too
Act Rude, 50′s in my Pants but the Stash blue
Flyin' down Evergreen, I got the Chop with me
Y′all the Seventh Seed, First Seed I got a Squad with me
I ain't sellin′ beans, I be punchin' but can't Box with me
Trackhawk got hella speed, be damned the Cops get me
Bitch, I came a long way from them Giffy trips
Goin′ with my gut, I ain′t dealing with the iffy shit
Don't Cost it, but I pay my Hitman a 50-Strip
Whole faucet, got it out of Hutch, Bitch, Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P Virgil
Blue, Green and Pink Money, Bitch but the Jeans Purple
Movin′ slow off the Red, I'on drink Turtle
2 Straps, walkin′ in yo Crib like I'm Steve Urkel
ROYGBIV, Cup got a lot of R in it
Wide-Body, I′m too damn High, I can't park in it
Akhi Slide down, Sendin' Shots like he Bartendin′
Feel like Yeat, ridin′ with my Twizzy, and my Scarf Drippin'
Riding in a Spaceship, might land on Mars with it
Ain′t Scared of Shit, 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, Akhi in here steppin′ on the Work
11 on the Kicks, Seven on the Shirt
Reach for a Chain, send his ass to Heaven in a Hearse
Three-Five, Three-Five, Shit, I'm lookin' Asian
Hit his ass with a Headshot, Doggie should′ve "Matrix′d"
15th Wood of the Day, shit I couldn't face it
So much Cap on his Mixtape, shit I couldn′t play it
Buffs with the Ice Chucks, I gotta Blow my Nose
I ain't Basic, walked up in the Hutch, I had to Rose the Gold
March 2020, would′ve lost we went Pro for Pro
Winner 21, you gon' lose we go Coat for Coat
2022, I might fuck around and get a Grammy
Shitty Boyz meeting, hit up Dee, gotta hit up Stan
Newest Gen Glock, Dumbass even the Pistol Fancy
Crying on Instagram? Boy, you need to fix your Pannys
SSNs laying around, I could get your Grammys
We might Firebomb your Crib, if we get your Addy
I might come BIG Rolls Royce, I can′t get no Chevy
.762s slidin' out we'll flip your Scatty
(Phew!)
Ayy, Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch
Writer(s): Mark Anthony, James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
