Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Young nigga world
 Young nigga 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
 Fuck 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
 Fuck 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
 Fuck with me, you get murked
 It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
 Fuck 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 they got all these niggas doin' magic
 Hold up, ash it, I wanna fuck 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 whacked nigga
 Fuck with me, that's your regret
 I got some niggas who really be with it
 You niggas pussy, you pussy or you pussy offended
 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
 Fuck 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
 Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey