Virgin

F*ck I got to race, I been paper chasing, I been staying out the way I ain’t never hating, I been smoking thracks, I been motivated daily Good gas, clean lines of the Act’, having racks in my MCM book bag Y'all ain’t 'head of me, can’t look, back Duffel bags yeah I took that That pussy ass nigga ain't got no bodies, old frigid ass nigga a virgin I ain’t feeling these niggas one bit, I can’t f*ck with ‘em see through 'em I swerve ‘em I ain’t doing no acting at all, this ain’t no movie just 2 of us purging He get out of body I’m catching his, lil’ nigga stamped real life we murder him No kick do’ caught him, lacking from the back 2 bad bitches and they Puerto Rican Hit my dawg, he a devil deacon He gon' pull it, if I tell him to Knock the juice out ya medulla nigga, what’s round my waist that’s Medusa nigga We don't type or sneak diss on computers, picture me every sweating another that’s never Sparking fireworks out of the Phantom, when I’m in Tampa right on Fowler I done whipped this into some hard, do magic on the stove this used to be powder I ain’t been making to much noise, 'cause when I come back it's finna be louder I ain’t got but just 2 goals, start making more money, and make Moms prouder Get the cheddar for the better G Eating breakfast at Kekes, with your main thing she love me Still Polo’d out in rugby, 6k stuffed in my denim Pop out I’m fresh as a pepper mint, fresh as a pepper mint Spearmint fresh, I be fresh for the hell of it, we don't stop go get a check Snitch we make you so uncomfortable, you move to Holopaw You tell ain’t nothing ‘bout you solid, please don’t claim you raw at all Wild niggas they shot plenty people, and was never caught Drug dealers get it out of county, and was never short F*ck I got to race, I been paper chasing, I been staying out the way I ain’t never hating, I been smoking thracks, I been motivated daily Good gas, clean lines of the Act’, having racks in my MCM book bag Y'all ain’t 'head of me, can’t look, back Duffel bags yeah I took that That pussy ass nigga ain't got no bodies, old frigid ass nigga a virgin I ain’t feeling these niggas one bit, I can’t f*ck with ‘em see through 'em I swerve ‘em I ain’t doing no acting at all, this ain’t no movie just 2 of us purging He get out of body I’m catching his, lil’ nigga stamped real life we murder him Smoking that gas an its driving me crazy, kush smoking lazy Might stack up for a Porsche, might stack up for a Lex’, what ever better for me I peeped the Detec’ down the street, foot on the gas then I dip Tell my bro load the gun up like John Wick, yeah we keep them sticks Don’t try tell me that you love me, when you know damn well this for the moment I don’t f*ck with this hoe she dead to me, bitch look in my eyes it’s showing it You snitching on me 'cause the both y’all scared, like “B. that nigga Jaey on it” Bitch aborted my baby ain’t no pressure for it, she’ll lie ‘bout that to don’t it? From Carew street, where we work days an night shifts Pack heat, extendo clips We moved white, and we move bricks And f*ck these niggas feelings, we don’t care about they feelings So nigga find a healing Geek up in that Chevy Tahoe, Rome Vega got the semi auto Stay out that gangway, Black Chico clear that hangway Hanging out the window, clear the park they ran the same way Bitch we rap about it, 'cause we really was looting Von don’t gotta rap about it, 'cause he really be shooting (Brrtt turn up!) F*ck I got to race, I been paper chasing, I been staying out the way I ain’t never hating, I been smoking thracks, I been motivated daily Good gas, clean lines of the Act’, having racks in my MCM book bag Y'all ain’t 'head of me, can’t look, back Duffel bags yeah I took that That pussy ass nigga ain't got no bodies, old frigid ass nigga a virgin I ain’t feeling these niggas one bit, I can’t f*ck with ‘em see through 'em I swerve ‘em I ain’t doing no acting at all, this ain’t no movie just 2 of us purging He get out of body I’m catching his, lil’ nigga stamped real life we murder him