BabyTron - RIP Virgil lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - RIP Virgil lyrics]
Ayo, Mark A
Huh
Glock 23 give his ass the Chris Mullin cut
Let me see that pint, your Wock' funny, boy
I shook it up
Star in the car
I see stars when I'm lookin' up
Scampire, double coffee-cup
This bitch full of blood
Got a play out the way, I gotta hit Lavonia
Hit the turtle pie winter time
I might get Pneumonia
Unkie masked up
Actin' like he finna get Corona
Brodie off a six of Wocky
Lookin' like he sippin' Cola
He gon' end up in a coma
Three stripes, off the three-fifties
I ain't in Samosas
Talkin' 'bout you trap
But never seen the yola hit the sola
Lil' gang bad as hell
They'll never get diplomas
3-5 off-, shit, where the fuck am I at, dude?
Balenciaga addict
Middle name should be "Track 2"
Went and grabbed a fast coupe, bitch
I had to
Act rude, fifties in my pants
But the stash blue
Flyin' down Evergreen
I got the chop with' me
Y'all the seventh seed, first seed
I got a squad with' me
I ain't sellin' beans, I be punchin
But can't box with' me
Trackhawk got hella speed
Be damned the cops get me
Bitch, I came a long way
From them giffy trips
Goin' with' my gut
I ain't dealin' with' the iffy shit
Don't cost it
But I payed my hitman a fifty-strip
Whole faucet, got it outta Hutch, bitch
Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P. Virgil
Blue, green and pink money, bitch
But the jeans Purple
Movin' slow off the red
I don't drink turtle
Two straps
Walkin' in your crib like I'm Steve Urkel
ROYGBIV, cup got a lot of R in it
Widebody, I'm too damn high
I can't park in it
Akhi slidin' down
Sendin' shots like he bartendin'
Feel like Yeat
Ridin' with' my twizzy in
My scarf drippin'
Ridin' in a spaceship
Might land on Mars with' me
Ain't scared of shit, bein' smart
Got my car tinted
Chrome tee
But my chest ain't got a heart in it
Rapstar, 2018 I had carbs hittin'
2022 I need ten for the verse
Timbos on
Unkie in here steppin' on the work
Eleven on the kicks, seven on the shirt
Reach for a chain
Send his ass to heaven in a hearse
3-5, 3-5, shit, I'm lookin' Asian
Hit his ass with' a headshot
Doggie should have Matrix-d
Fifteenth wood of the day, shit
I couldn't face it
So much cap on his mixtape, shit
I couldn't play it
Buffs with' the ice chucks
I gotta blow my nose
I ain't basic, walked up into Hutch
I had to rose the gold
March 2022, would've lost
We went pro for pro
Winter 21', you gon' lose
We go coat for coat
2022 I might fuck around and get a Grammy
Shitty Boyz meetin', hit up Dee
Gotta hit up Stan
Newest gen' Glock, dumbass
Even the pistol fancy
Cryin' on Instagram, boy
You need to fix your pennies
SSNs layin' 'round, I can get your grammies
We might firebomb your crib if
We get your addy
I might come, big Rolls Royce
I can't get no Chevy
.762s flyin' out, we'll flip your scatty
Ayy
Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch
Huh
Glock 23 give his ass the Chris Mullin cut
Let me see that pint, your Wock' funny, boy
I shook it up
Star in the car
I see stars when I'm lookin' up
Scampire, double coffee-cup
This bitch full of blood
Got a play out the way, I gotta hit Lavonia
Hit the turtle pie winter time
I might get Pneumonia
Unkie masked up
Actin' like he finna get Corona
Brodie off a six of Wocky
Lookin' like he sippin' Cola
He gon' end up in a coma
Three stripes, off the three-fifties
I ain't in Samosas
Talkin' 'bout you trap
But never seen the yola hit the sola
Lil' gang bad as hell
They'll never get diplomas
3-5 off-, shit, where the fuck am I at, dude?
Balenciaga addict
Middle name should be "Track 2"
Went and grabbed a fast coupe, bitch
I had to
Act rude, fifties in my pants
But the stash blue
Flyin' down Evergreen
I got the chop with' me
Y'all the seventh seed, first seed
I got a squad with' me
I ain't sellin' beans, I be punchin
But can't box with' me
Trackhawk got hella speed
Be damned the cops get me
Bitch, I came a long way
From them giffy trips
Goin' with' my gut
I ain't dealin' with' the iffy shit
Don't cost it
But I payed my hitman a fifty-strip
Whole faucet, got it outta Hutch, bitch
Jimmy lit
Off-White 5s on my feet, R.I.P. Virgil
Blue, green and pink money, bitch
But the jeans Purple
Movin' slow off the red
I don't drink turtle
Two straps
Walkin' in your crib like I'm Steve Urkel
ROYGBIV, cup got a lot of R in it
Widebody, I'm too damn high
I can't park in it
Akhi slidin' down
Sendin' shots like he bartendin'
Feel like Yeat
Ridin' with' my twizzy in
My scarf drippin'
Ridin' in a spaceship
Might land on Mars with' me
Ain't scared of shit, bein' smart
Got my car tinted
Chrome tee
But my chest ain't got a heart in it
Rapstar, 2018 I had carbs hittin'
2022 I need ten for the verse
Timbos on
Unkie in here steppin' on the work
Eleven on the kicks, seven on the shirt
Reach for a chain
Send his ass to heaven in a hearse
3-5, 3-5, shit, I'm lookin' Asian
Hit his ass with' a headshot
Doggie should have Matrix-d
Fifteenth wood of the day, shit
I couldn't face it
So much cap on his mixtape, shit
I couldn't play it
Buffs with' the ice chucks
I gotta blow my nose
I ain't basic, walked up into Hutch
I had to rose the gold
March 2022, would've lost
We went pro for pro
Winter 21', you gon' lose
We go coat for coat
2022 I might fuck around and get a Grammy
Shitty Boyz meetin', hit up Dee
Gotta hit up Stan
Newest gen' Glock, dumbass
Even the pistol fancy
Cryin' on Instagram, boy
You need to fix your pennies
SSNs layin' 'round, I can get your grammies
We might firebomb your crib if
We get your addy
I might come, big Rolls Royce
I can't get no Chevy
.762s flyin' out, we'll flip your scatty
Ayy
Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch