Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young N*gga World
Young N*gga Way, yeah
EY3ZLOW on the beat
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
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
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
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 pus*y 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 pus*y
I swear to God all these n*ggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f*ck her
Pus*y 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 pus*y, you pus*y or friendly
You n*ggas pus*y, 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
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
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