Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) - YNW Melly
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young N_gga World
Young N_gga Way, yeah
EY3ZLOW on the beat
[Chorus]
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 .40, let that pistol sing a melody
F_ck 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
[Verse 1]
With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young N_gga World, Young N_gga 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 b_tch, you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bend
[Chorus]
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 .40, let that pistol sing a melody
F_ck 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
[Verse 2]
Two-two-three, AR-15's
Carbon-9's, they all on me
F_ck with me, you get murked
It ain't sh_t to put a p_ssy n_gga on a shirt
F_ck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These n_ggas ain't really on it, they p_ssy
I swear to God all these n_ggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f_ck her
P_ssy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, n_gga
F_ck with me, that you'll regret
I got some n_ggas who really be with it
You n_ggas p_ssy, you p_ssy or friendly
You n_ggas p_ssy, you don't want no action
All of my n_ggas gon' turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
F_ck with us, you get murked, facts, n_gga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat, n_gga
[Chorus]
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 .40, let that pistol sing a melody
F_ck 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
[Outro]
Yeah, Melly, baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother f_ckin' wave, bro
Can't even swim with this sh_t I'm spittin', hah
(Young N_gga World, baby
Young N_gga World, baby
Young N_gga Ways, yeah yeah)
Floatin'
I'm with them sharks, f_ck n_gga
For real, hey
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