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letra de virgil ii - ot7 quanny

[hook]
i’m makin’ racks, not friends
we turn ya boy to a strand
fn five-seven, both hands
louis shirt cost me a grand
i play the block like bam
i sold more food than a stand

[verse]
i’m in the sprinter, just me and the brodies
i’m boutta shoot this sh-t up, hold my rollie
i made this b-tch spread her legs like a goalie
glock 30 look like a hoagie, n-gga
we get the drop, we gon smoke em
b-tch i’m the goat mixed with snake
i turn a 4 to a 8, yeah
b-tch, i’m back like mase
bring his head back, leave his face
and i just been chasin’ the guap
you n-ggas chasin’ the tw-t
i’m not a christian but i get you crossed
i blew a check, i just f-cked up the mall
virgil lv jacket, i need a small
n-gga you staff, i’m the boss
i drop this bag, get you offed
look at my wrist, jack frost
my money long as a sloth
you want the show, send the racks in advance
i can’t get you, then we clappin’ ya man
i can fit 3 hoes in back of the benz
i can fit 3 k!llers back of the van
i counted 50k flat, did my dance
.223’s burn through ya skin
she like “what’s that in ya jacket”
this a g lock and it hold like december
i touch more paper than printers
i up this burner, he turn to a sprinter
look at my wrist, this b-tch feel like the winter
i’m gettin’ guap, i ain’t worried bout b-tches
ran that sh-t up, la fitness
we get the drop then we spinnin’
i’m boutta slide, i ain’t go in a minute
play with the zoo then you dumb
i ran up like 50 a month
brand new car move like a horse
we drop more guns than a force
i make one call then you torched
we why the city got morgues
i ran through like 20, was bored
and this b-tch hang on my hip like a sword
we hit his head, we don’t show no remorse
if he outside we gon shoot up the courts
i been gettin’ guap, what you mean
i still got hundreds that’s green
lil bro came back with a ring
this that get back, what you mean
n-ggas get-for the team
free all the bros out the bay
lil cuzzie spinnin’ again and again
[hook]
i’m makin’ racks, not friends
we turn ya boy to a strand
fn five-seven, both hands
louis shirt cost me a grand
i play the block like bam
i sold more food than a stand

- ot7 quanny

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