Onlybino!, DC The Don - R.I.P Virgil lyrics

Paradigm bhristo, talk to 'em, slime

Yeah, these niggas break they fuckin'
Necks how they lookin', uh
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bitch, i'm
Cookin' up, up, up, up, up
(Up) bitch, I'm cookin' up (Up)
Bitch, I'm cookin up
Flexin' like this, they can't do it like this
Bitch, I pull up with sticks
That'll knock off your lip
Rock Givenchy and Rick just to
Fuck on your bitch and I bet she won't spit
'cause she lovin' the dick
And I pull out the lot in
That GTR, GTR, GTR, GTR, gTR whip
And I know that that boy wanna be me, yeah
Be
Me, yeah, be me, yeah, be me, yeah, nigga
You wish bitch, I am God like Lil B, nigga
RIP Virgil, rock Louie V', nigga
I got a son, think it's two of me, nigga
But in the end, tell me
Who will be bigger? It's me
'Causе I'm the one that demolish thе beat
I'm makin' bread while he countin' the sheeps
Whip too exotic, I don't need a key
Imported from Italy, Prada my feet
Wanna be different, I copped some Alyx
I took your rent and put that on my teeth
These VVS diamonds don't come with a lease
Keep talkin' crazy, I fuck up your fleece
Matter fact, I'ma just fuck on your treesh
'Cause she heard that Lil' Bino a beast
Just know that I'm crazier up in the sheets
Rockin' cosmetics, rockin' that Raf
You know insanity all on my mask
Shout out the bros, we finna spazz
STL logo that you never had
Bino the shit, he finna spazz
I'm finna show 'em 'bout how long I last
I'm in the coupe with lil' bitch smokin' gas
I can't believe how I'm going up fast
Wait, I know it, I know
It, I'm trippin', I'm good, that's why
Don't need a stylist
These niggas just lookin' at me and they
See that Lil' Bino is fly
R&B fashion and rappin' what I
Do, lil' nigga, so no
You ain't better than I
These niggas call a clone, boy, you trippin'
I really don't listen to no one but I
(yeah, yeah)

I order steak how she order fillet
Donny gone as a bitch, double C's on my eyes
(Ayy) fucked around, put Ricky O' on my feet
Now that's five if I speak
Twenty plus if I slide
Like, where is your Glock
Boy? It stay with me nigga
If you see me, what's crackin'? That K on me
Nigga (Ayy)
Clearly, I'm at Lil Beni'
Five-star fettuccine, Givenchy
They killin' my vibe (Go, go, vibe)
762 hit his ligaments, you could of
Pulled up, boy, shut up
Don't end the predicament (yeah, yeah)
'Cause that shit that you got not legitimate
I got white diamonds on me
Like I woke up discriminant
Most of my niggas be ignorant
How he say he be shootin' so much
But that young nigga missin' shit?
My niggas standin', no business shit
And I got millions, lil' ho
Let me show you the differences
Hear these niggas lookin' at my Mink
'Cause I got a whole lotta jewelry (yeah)
Shout out VLONE
That boy stay with the foolery (yeah)
And bitch, I be hot
So you know I keep two with me (yeah)
Big body, big body, big body, I'm tryna race
When I walk in the spot, they like
"Who is he?" (Who?)
Is that your bitch in my
Face? She been choosin' me (Who?)
Lowkey, that shit ain't got nothin'
To do with me (Who?)
Flexin' like this, I be flexin' like this
And the AMG seats get to wreckin' that bitch
(yeah)
She be textin' me pics, she a lil' flashy ho
(Who?) put my car in the front
They catch me in the VIP (Who?)
Dolce Gabbana and Louie V', nigga
All these rap niggas tryna be cool with me
(Who?) diamonds and rubies, bitch, I got
Some juice with me, nigga
(Who?)
Got my Glock 19 actin' a fool with me, nigga
(Who? yeah)