Rip Virgil
Let's get it
Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ridin' 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave you my L, I hit him with that K (Stay patient)
They gon' rub you wrong, but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
This a young nigga from the west side
And I don't know them boys, they [?]
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, she sweatin' off a lot
And this money stacked up beside me, I give it all my time
I put one hundred inside of the car
Told her I'm dark, but she want a star
I had to ghost 'cause you want a lot
How many bitches can fill up my spot?
[?] like a pot
Hit up the plug, I need supplies
I hate the way that I'm feelin' in times
She told me, "Fuck me and look in my eyes"
Woke up [?]
Ridin' 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave you my L, I hit him with that K (Stay patient)
They gon' rub you wrong, but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
This a young nigga from the west side
And I don't know them boys, they [?]
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, she sweatin' off a lot
And this money stacked up beside me, I give it all my time
Bitch, I be geeked, I don't know what I'm on
I put all my heart inside of these songs
No, I'm not perfect, I know when I'm wrong
Broke yo' lil' heart, hope it hurts to the bone
Go get her back, I ain't comin' back home
Easy, baby, you know I'ma please you
I swiped the ho like a visa
We doin' telekinesis
No, I can't do your lil' feature
[?], you watch from the bleachers
[?] are just tryna leech me
No, I [?] your teasers
Never, I'm comin' with a vendetta
They gotta kill me, they better
This Xanny [?]
Ridin' 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave you my L, I hit him with that K (Stay patient)
They gon' [?] you wrong, but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
This a young nigga from the west side
And I don't know them boys, they [?]
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, she sweatin' off a lot
And this money stacked up beside me, I give it all my time
Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ridin' 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave you my L, I hit him with that K (Stay patient)
They gon' rub you wrong, but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
This a young nigga from the west side
And I don't know them boys, they [?]
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, she sweatin' off a lot
And this money stacked up beside me, I give it all my time
I put one hundred inside of the car
Told her I'm dark, but she want a star
I had to ghost 'cause you want a lot
How many bitches can fill up my spot?
[?] like a pot
Hit up the plug, I need supplies
I hate the way that I'm feelin' in times
She told me, "Fuck me and look in my eyes"
Woke up [?]
Ridin' 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave you my L, I hit him with that K (Stay patient)
They gon' rub you wrong, but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
This a young nigga from the west side
And I don't know them boys, they [?]
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, she sweatin' off a lot
And this money stacked up beside me, I give it all my time
Bitch, I be geeked, I don't know what I'm on
I put all my heart inside of these songs
No, I'm not perfect, I know when I'm wrong
Broke yo' lil' heart, hope it hurts to the bone
Go get her back, I ain't comin' back home
Easy, baby, you know I'ma please you
I swiped the ho like a visa
We doin' telekinesis
No, I can't do your lil' feature
[?], you watch from the bleachers
[?] are just tryna leech me
No, I [?] your teasers
Never, I'm comin' with a vendetta
They gotta kill me, they better
This Xanny [?]
Ridin' 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave you my L, I hit him with that K (Stay patient)
They gon' [?] you wrong, but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
This a young nigga from the west side
And I don't know them boys, they [?]
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, she sweatin' off a lot
And this money stacked up beside me, I give it all my time
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Klimax, Jack Campbell, Ryno
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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