歌词
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+Young shit world
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+Young shit 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
**** 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 shit world, young niggas 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 **** 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
**** 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
**** with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a young nigga on a t-shirt
**** all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+These shit ain't really on it, they ****
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+I swear they got all these shit doin' magic
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+Hold up, ash it, I wanna **** her
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+****ed run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+Run up on me, you get whacked ****
**** with me like no regret
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+I got some shit who really be with it
You Niggas hating, you bitch or you bitches offended
You shit niggas, you don't want no action
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+All of my shit will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
****ing with us, you get murked, facts Nigga
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat shit
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
**** 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
Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)+I'm on a whole 'nother shit' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(young ****ing world baby, young ****ing world baby
Young ****ing ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks ****ing ****ing, I'm for real, hey