02.02.99 Lyrics
Can’t nobody tell me shit, ’cause I got cuttas, motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil till I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other
I’m the type that needs the walls up when they bowlin’, ’cause I’m gutta
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I ain’t fuck yo’ sister, bitch, I’m just a motherfucker
Nah, I’m lyin’, I knocked her ass down too and we got in a lots of trouble
Ugh
Fuck Mexican OT and fuck his raps, he’s just a bitch
Ho, I’m virgil till I die, and, oh, yes sir, I’m with the shits
On 288, swangin’ elbows like I’m in the UFC
My choppa got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain’t on me
I stay outta the F because I’m a G
Bad bitch with me, she stay on fleek
Miami Heat up and shoot, shoot a three, call my choppa “Kick”, ’cause it knock out a knee
Yes, bitch, I’m cut throat, no love, ho
We gon’ get ’em done fo’
Hop out with these sticks, I told my tio, “Let that mug blow”
Mismatch my designer, got me feelin’ like I’m Luh Fo
If the bitch can’t afford my watch, then I ain’t got time for itty bitty broke ho
Ayo, is that Mexican OT
Can’t nobody tell me shit, ’cause I got cuttas, motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil till I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other
I’m the type that needs the walls up when they bowlin’, ’cause I’m gutta
I was deep in that water, swimmin’ with them fishes
Them crash dummy missions, I was jumpin’ fences
I came out the mud like a victim in ditches
Everywhere I go, got a Glock in my britches
Cut ’em up, now the doctor givin’ ’em some stitches
A beam on the yappa, I ain’t never missin’
Double D’s on the cutta, Nina got extensions, in the Southside of Texas, double cup, we sippin’
Southside steppin’
I’m playa made, I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid
If it’s drama you want, we pull up where you stay
And I ain’t callin’ ’em, ’cause I want deep hitter stains
Ready for war, I’m strapped up like a soldier
The tooley gonna knock his head right off his shoulder
I’m actin’ a fooley while pushin’ a stolo’
My grandma make cookies they got me on slow-mo
Virgil you have everything under control
And it’s all in your mind
The world is now in your hands
Finish him
Can’t nobody tell me shit, ’cause I got cuttas, motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil till I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
Told my choppa that only thing we got is just each other
I’m the type that needs the walls up when they bowlin’, ’cause I’m gutta
Uh-huh, uh-huh