Virgil 2

(Pyro made it)

I'm makin' racks, not friends
We turn ya 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

I'm in the sprinter, just me and the brodies
I'm bouta shoot this shit up, hold my Rollie
I made this bitch spread her legs like a goalie
Glock .30 look like a hoagie, nigga
We get the drop, we gon' smoke 'em
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T. 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, uh
You niggas chasin' the twat
I'm not a Christian but I get you crossed
I blew a check, I just fucked up the mall
Virgil L.V. jacket, I need a small
Nigga, you staff, I'm the boss
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' ya 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's burn through ya skin
She like, "What's that in ya 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 bitch feel like the winter
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 bouta slide, I ain't go in a minute
Play with the zoo then you dumb
I ran up like fifty a month
Brand new car move like a horse
We drop more guns than the force
I make one call then you torched
We why the city got morgues
I ran through like twenty, was bored
And this bitch hang 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
Niggas get-for the team
Free all the bros out the bing
Lil' cuzzy spinnin' again and again

I'm makin' racks, not friends
We turn ya 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