Virtual Lyrics – Ynw Melly
Singer: Ynw Melly
Title: Virtual
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young n#gg# world
Young n#gg# 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
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 n#gg# world, young n#gg# 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 b#tch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a Benz
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
Carbon-9’s, they all on me
f#ck with me, you get murked
It ain’t sh#t to put a p#ss# n#gg# on a shirt
f#ck all that talking, we all ’bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These n#gg#s ain’t really on it, they p#ss#
I swear they got all these n#gg#s doin’ magic
Hold up, ash it, I wanna f#ck her
p#ss# 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 n#gg#
f#ck with me like no regret
I got some n#gg#s who really be with it
You n#gg#s p#ss#, you p#ss# or you p#ss# offended
You n#gg#s p#ss#, you don’t want no action
All of my n#gg#s 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 n#gg#
Big B’s, double O twenty ten nine, this brrat n#gg#
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 sh#t I’m spittin’, hah
(Young n#gg# world baby, young n#gg# world baby
Young n#gg# ways, yeah yeah)
I’m with them sharks f#ck n#gg#, I’m for real, hey
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