Virgil 2

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 Roley

I made this bitch spread her legs like a goalie

Glock .30 look like a hoagie (****)

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

And I just been chasin' the guap

You, ****, chasin' the twat

I'm not a Christian but I get you crossed

I blew a check, I just fucked up them all

Virgil LV jacket, I need a small

****, you staff, I'm the boss

I-I drop this bag, get you offed

Look at my wrist, Jack Frost

My money long as a sloth

You want the show, send the racks in advance

I can't get you, then we clappin' you, 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 burn through your skin

She like, "What's that in your 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 feel like the winner

I'm gettin' guap, I ain't worried 'bout bitches

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

I ran up like 50 a month

Brand new car move like a horse

We got more guns than a force

I make one call, then you torched

We why the city got morgues

I ran through like twenty, was bored

And this bitch hand 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

This that get back, what you mean?

**** get **** for the team

Free all the bros out the bay

What does he spinnin' again and again?

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 play the block like Bam

I sold more food than a stand