Sinizter - VIRTUOSO lyrics
[Sinizter - VIRTUOSO lyrics]
I’m driftin’ in that 350 draco on the seat
Blue streaks in my rear view
But 12 ain’t catchin’ me
Shawty twerk for me
Buss it down and she dancin’ for me
I know you full of envy, jealous ass
And you lackin’ homie
If I don’t fuck with you I don’t reply
Stay out my way
Never in my caliber ‘cause I’m in my own lane
Virtuoso with this shit
I’m skilled in many ways
I’m killin’ shit for fun
It’s just anotha day
What, what i’m flyin’ to Madrid
Yeah, yeah sold out shows I’m in
What, what i’m flyin’ to Madrid
Yeah, yeah sold out shows I’m in
My choppa get to drummin’
Like it’s Travis Barker
That Tesla automatic, I ain’t gotta park it
I drip in Gucci steppas
I walk on water wit it
I’m busy makin’ bands, you busy talkin’ shit
I got them girls in Saint P
You know they work the pole
Do her dance for daddy work it
Till her ass is sore fuck a major dеal
I got these racks ain’t sell my soul
Mе and Ghostface in the cut
We ‘bout to lose control
Facts in my raps gotta watch I say
You be thinkin’ it’s cap but
You know I don’t play
I be spittin’ subliminals
Dissect the syllables
Rip ‘em apart like I do to yo genitals
I am the pinnacle, mind is so cynical
Think issa game, competition is minimal
What, what it’s fuckin’ minimal
I’m driftin’ in that 350 draco on the seat
Blue streaks in my rear view
But 12 ain’t catchin’ me
Shawty twerk for me
Buss it down and she dancin’ for me
I know you full of envy, jealous ass
And you lackin’ homie
If I don’t fuck with you I don’t reply
Stay out my way
Never in my caliber ‘cause I’m in my own lane
Virtuoso with this shit
I’m skilled in many ways
I’m killin’ shit for fun
It’s just anotha day
Blue streaks in my rear view
But 12 ain’t catchin’ me
Shawty twerk for me
Buss it down and she dancin’ for me
I know you full of envy, jealous ass
And you lackin’ homie
If I don’t fuck with you I don’t reply
Stay out my way
Never in my caliber ‘cause I’m in my own lane
Virtuoso with this shit
I’m skilled in many ways
I’m killin’ shit for fun
It’s just anotha day
What, what i’m flyin’ to Madrid
Yeah, yeah sold out shows I’m in
What, what i’m flyin’ to Madrid
Yeah, yeah sold out shows I’m in
My choppa get to drummin’
Like it’s Travis Barker
That Tesla automatic, I ain’t gotta park it
I drip in Gucci steppas
I walk on water wit it
I’m busy makin’ bands, you busy talkin’ shit
I got them girls in Saint P
You know they work the pole
Do her dance for daddy work it
Till her ass is sore fuck a major dеal
I got these racks ain’t sell my soul
Mе and Ghostface in the cut
We ‘bout to lose control
Facts in my raps gotta watch I say
You be thinkin’ it’s cap but
You know I don’t play
I be spittin’ subliminals
Dissect the syllables
Rip ‘em apart like I do to yo genitals
I am the pinnacle, mind is so cynical
Think issa game, competition is minimal
What, what it’s fuckin’ minimal
I’m driftin’ in that 350 draco on the seat
Blue streaks in my rear view
But 12 ain’t catchin’ me
Shawty twerk for me
Buss it down and she dancin’ for me
I know you full of envy, jealous ass
And you lackin’ homie
If I don’t fuck with you I don’t reply
Stay out my way
Never in my caliber ‘cause I’m in my own lane
Virtuoso with this shit
I’m skilled in many ways
I’m killin’ shit for fun
It’s just anotha day