Virgil (freestyle)
Last I check you slept on me
Got a pillow and all
Why you slept on me
I know that shoulder felt cold no
You left no calls, you could've texted me
I earned my stripes like a referee I ball
Got to shoot my shots from three
You know we keep the tres in the hood
Boii that mean everywhere you good
Call up Granny talk that talk
Uplifts my thoughts and take that walk
3.5 smoke I exhaust
Big boss cookin this shit like Ross
Switch sides I watch you cross
Mama I'm taking shit to the vault
I'm found I'm think they lost
Ice on my neck got me feeling like frost
Ohh myyy I ran out of purple
I had to mix colors
Blue for certain
You niggas went green
And did it on purpose
Ima turn up fa ya
And show you this version
Ohh myyy look at your circle
Niggas be lurking
Niggas be clowns
Niggas in circus
All bout my bag yea
Something like a burkin
Last I check you slept on me
Got a pillow and all
Why you slept on me
I know that shoulder felt cold no
You left no calls, you could've texted me
I earned my stripes like a referee I ball
Got to shoot my shots from three
You know we keep the tres in the hood
Boii that mean everywhere you good
Got a pillow and all
Why you slept on me
I know that shoulder felt cold no
You left no calls, you could've texted me
I earned my stripes like a referee I ball
Got to shoot my shots from three
You know we keep the tres in the hood
Boii that mean everywhere you good
Call up Granny talk that talk
Uplifts my thoughts and take that walk
3.5 smoke I exhaust
Big boss cookin this shit like Ross
Switch sides I watch you cross
Mama I'm taking shit to the vault
I'm found I'm think they lost
Ice on my neck got me feeling like frost
Ohh myyy I ran out of purple
I had to mix colors
Blue for certain
You niggas went green
And did it on purpose
Ima turn up fa ya
And show you this version
Ohh myyy look at your circle
Niggas be lurking
Niggas be clowns
Niggas in circus
All bout my bag yea
Something like a burkin
Last I check you slept on me
Got a pillow and all
Why you slept on me
I know that shoulder felt cold no
You left no calls, you could've texted me
I earned my stripes like a referee I ball
Got to shoot my shots from three
You know we keep the tres in the hood
Boii that mean everywhere you good
Credits
Writer(s): Dmauri Jones
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