Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) - YNW Melly

Yeah yeah yeah

Young n**ga world

Young n**ga 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

F**k 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**ga world young n**ga 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**ch 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

F**k 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

F**k with me you get murked

It ain't sh*t to put a p**sy n**ga on a shirt

F**k all that talking we all 'bout that action

We pull up with pistols you know that we blasting

These n**gas ain't really on it they p**sy

I swear they got all these n**gas doin' magic

Hold up ash it I wanna f**k her

P**sy 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 whacked n**ga

F**k with me like no regret

I got some n**gas who really be with it

You n**gas p**sy you p**sy or you p**sy offended

You n**gas p**sy you don't want no action

All of my n**gas will turn you to past tense

We got Glocks with hundred rounds huh

Catch an opp kill an opp lay him down

F**k with us you get murked facts n**ga

Big B's double-O twenty-ten-nine this brrat n**ga

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

F**k 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**kin' wave bro

Can't even swim with this sh*t I'm spittin' hah

Young n**ga world baby young n**ga world baby

Young n**ga ways yeah yeah

I'm with them sharks f**k n**ga I'm for real hey