Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) - YNW Melly Yeah yeah yeah Young n**ga world
Young n**ga way yeah
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty let that pistol sing a melody
F**k all of that talking we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two five point five six's two-two-three With that K broad day we hop out and spray Young n**ga world young n**ga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action boy let's not pretend Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends It go like one two three four five six seven eight nine ten Unload the clip reload the clip and then you spin again And if they out when you come back then b**ch you spin again Congratulations I just taught you how to spin a Benz We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty let that pistol sing a melody
F**k all of that talking we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two five point five six's two-two-three
Two-two-three AR-15 Carbon-9's they all on me
F**k with me you get murked It ain't sh*t to put a p**sy n**ga on a shirt F**k all that talking we all 'bout that action We pull up with pistols you know that we blasting These n**gas ain't really on it they p**sy I swear they got all these n**gas doin' magic Hold up ash it I wanna f**k her
P**sy run up we gon' put him on a t-shirt With it yeah with it Pull up on me with a TEC huh Run up on me you get whacked n**ga F**k with me like no regret I got some n**gas who really be with it You n**gas p**sy you p**sy or you p**sy offended You n**gas p**sy you don't want no action All of my n**gas will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds huh Catch an opp kill an opp lay him down
F**k with us you get murked facts n**ga
Big B's double-O twenty-ten-nine this brrat n**ga
We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty let that pistol sing a melody
F**k all of that talking we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two five point five six's two-two-three
F**k all of that talking we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two five point five six's two-two-three
