02.02.99

(Skelez, oh, my God)

Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker

Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other

Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other

I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

I ain't fucked your sister, bitch, I'm just a motherfucker

Nah, I'm lyin', I knocked her ass down too and we got in lots of trouble, ugh

"Fuck Mexican OT and fuck his raps, he's just a bitch"

Ho, I'm Virgil 'til I die, and, oh, yes, sir, I'm with the shits (fah, fah, fah, fah)

On 288, swingin' elbows like I'm in the UFC

My chopper got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain't on me

I stay after F because I'm a G

Bad bitch with me, she stay on fleek

Miami Heat, up and shoot, shoot a three

Call my chopper "Kick" because it knock out a knee

Yes, bitch, I'm cutthroat, no love, ho

We gon' get 'em done, foe

Hop out with these sticks, I told my tío, "Let that mug blow"

Mismatch my designer, got me feelin' like I'm Lud Foe

If the bitch can't afford my watch, then I ain't got time for a itty-bitty broke ho (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker

Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other

Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other

I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

I was deep in that water, swimmin' with them fishes

Them crash dummy missions, I was jumpin' fences

I came out of the mud like a victim of ditches

Everywhere I go, got a Glock in my britches

Cut 'em up, now the doctor givin' 'em some stitches

A beam on the yopper, I ain't never missin'

Double Ds on the cutter, Nina got extensions

In the Southside of Texas, double cup, we sippin'

Southside steppin', I'm player made

I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid

If it's drama you want, we pull up where you stay

I ain't callin' 'em 'cause I want deep hitter stains

Ready for war, I'm strapped up like a soldier

The tooley gon' knock his head right off his shoulder

I'm actin' a fooley while pushin' a stolo

My grandma make cookies, they got me on slow-mo

Virgil, you have everything under control

It is all in your mind

The world is now in your hands

Finish him

Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker

Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other

Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other

I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)