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RIP Virgil

 

RIP Virgil

(альбом: Megatron - 2022)


Ayo, Mark A
Huh

Glock 23 give his ass 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 looking up
Scampire, double coffee-cup, this bitch 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, acting like he finna get Corona
Brodie off a six of Wocky, looking like he sipping Cola
He gon' end up in a coma
Three stripes, off the three-fifties, I ain't in Samosas
Talking 'bout you trap, but never seen the yola hit the sola
Lil' gang bad as hell, they'll never get diplomas
3-5 off-, shit, where the fuck am I at, dude?
Balenciaga addict, middle name should be "Track 2"
Went and grabbed a fast coupe, bitch, I had to
Act rude, fifties in my pants, but the stash blue
Flying down Evergreen, I got the chop with' me
Y'all the seventh seed, first seed, I got a squad with' me
I ain't selling 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
Going with' my gut, I ain't dealing with' the iffy shit
Don't cost it, but I payed my hitman a fifty-strip
Whole faucet, got it outta Hutch, bitch, Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P. Virgil
Blue, green and pink money, bitch, but the jeans Purple
Moving slow off the red, I don't drink turtle
Two straps, walking 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 sliding down, sending shots like he bartending
Feel like Yeat, riding with' my twizzy in my scarf dripping
Riding in a spaceship, might land on Mars with' me
Ain't scared of shit, being smart, got my car tinted
Chrome tee, but my chest ain't got a heart in it
Rapstar, 2018 I had carbs hitting
2022 I need ten for the verse
Timbos on, Unkie in here stepping on the work
Eleven on the kicks, seven on the shirt
Reach for a chain, send his ass to heaven in a hearse
3-5, 3-5, shit, I'm looking Asian
Hit his ass with' a headshot, doggie should have Matrix-d
Fifteenth 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 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 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 pennies
SSNs laying '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 flying out, we'll flip your scatty

Ayy
Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch

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