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*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 nigga world, young nigga 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 bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
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*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
Carbine 9's, they all on me
F*ck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
F*ck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f*ck her
Pussy 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, nigga
F*ck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will 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 nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
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*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 shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks f*ck nigga, I'm for real, hey
YNW Melly - Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) Lyrics
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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*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 nigga world, young nigga 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 bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
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*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
Carbine 9's, they all on me
F*ck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
F*ck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f*ck her
Pussy 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, nigga
F*ck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will 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 nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
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*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 shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks f*ck nigga, I'm for real, hey
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*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 nigga world, young nigga 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 bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
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*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
Carbine 9's, they all on me
F*ck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
F*ck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f*ck her
Pussy 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, nigga
F*ck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will 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 nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
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*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 shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks f*ck nigga, I'm for real, hey
Writer: Jamell Demons, Michael Nguyen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.