YNW Melly - Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Young n***a world Young n***a 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** 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 horses, two five point five six in two-two-three With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray Young n***a world, young n***a 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**h 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** 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 horses, two five point five six in two-two-three Two-two-three, AR-15 Carbon-9's, they all on me f** with me, you get murked It ain't sh** to put a p**y n***a on a shirt f** all that talking, we all 'bout that action We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting These n***as ain't really on it, they p**y I swear they got all these n***as doin' magic Hold up, ash it, I wanna f** her p**y 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***a f** with me like no regret I got some n***as who really be with it You n***as p**y, you p**y or you p**y offended You n***as p**y, you don't want no action All of my n***as will turn you to past tense We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh Catch an opp, k** an opp, lay him down f** with us, you get murked, facts n***a Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat n***a 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** 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 horses, two five point five six in two-two-three Yeah, Melly baby And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah I'm on a whole 'nother f**in' wave bro Can't even swim with this sh** I'm spittin', hah (young n***a world baby, young n***a world baby Young n***a ways, yeah yeah) I'm with them sharks f** n***a, I'm for real, hey