Escobae/Virgil (Remix)

You know it get rough When that drink in that cup No cameras on gang But you know that we flashing I keep it stick I ain't talking no blick But ski mask down So you know i'm bout action I'll come with twin if you got a friend But I'm walking withWill So you know that we smacking You know we up Glue my emotion this feeling been stuck I ain't been hurt by a killing in months I put my pain in my verses in blunts Get off yo ass why you hurt by a slut We on yo ass boy don't try to run We got a runner Before I wear hats I'll keep it a hundred I want a ghost I ain't tryna be haunted She look the best when she wearing her bonnet I'm here for the sex i'm just tryna be honest I want them bucks I ain't tryna be Giannis I want them bills I ain't talking no ducks You hurt bout a bitch I ain't wanna fuck I keep a stick in a glock and it's tucked away The way I'm moving might die tomorrow Asking can we fuck today And I take pills when I feel sorrow Ones I love the most can't stay No this shit don't got me heart-broke I'm just venting I'm okay Need a bitch who work for narcos Be my Pablo Escobae Youn give head you tripping This a head on collision You the feds for snitching You can't tell me different I feel that I gotta switch my whip Cause I seen 12 was in it You feel that you gotta switch your blick Cause you can't frame a killing Gotta make sure she the baddest bitch So I pay for acrylics Gotta make sure she the baddest bitch So I pay for her inches She get mad when I make plays Cause she feel I'm too distant Bae you know I'm a dealer I'll be back for dinner Wear Ro fuck vanilla Off white 4's vanilla Bro fuck hoes at kellam We stole pack and sell it I ain't never got caught with the shit I did I ain't no felon You outside bragging to these bitches Bout who you rob you wellin You know it get rough When that drank in that cup No cameras on gang But you know that we flashing I keep a stick I ain't talking no blick But ski mask down so you know i'm bout action Ill come with twin if you got a friend But I'm walking with Will So you know that we smacking You know we up Glue my emotion this feeling been stuck No they cannot be us Bae go get my re up No IG can't see us Im chilling with my feet up You can scale while I bag it up Another play go add it up Think you the shit you trapping huh Nobody is bad as us 12 behind us ain't no catching us She roll the blunt it ain't no matching us You can't serve no gas if you ain't got passion for it Type of bitch gon' Pass the scale at the play I ain't gotta ask you for it Type of bitch gon' Put the right amount of weed I ain't gotta ask for more I ain't mean to say bitch excuse my French Passee oui oui bonjour I'm tryna get rich you hold my stick While we go out on tour I'm tryna get high and smoke this gas Till we can't ash no more The way I'm moving might die tomorrow Asking can we fuck today And I take pills when I feel sorrow Ones I love the most can't stay No this shit don't got me heart-broke I'm just venting I'm okay Need a bitch who work for narcos Be my Pablo Escobae My mama been told me son stay off them drugs That shit catching up Like damn shoulda listened I'm rollin with twin cause we got a mission 2020 graduate better my vision My bitch acting up gotta make a decision Get me my girl back, or have me some bitches Give me a hand out, or work for the riches And my vision been part of the plan Touch my brother I'm chopping ya hands Talking off the wall like you some vans Me and Quez had to rake up the sand At the kiosk we made us a band And it really made us to be bold Turned 20 in may gettin old Mama sorry for slinging that dope I'm just living this life that was chose Living this life that was chosen Shoot from the mid like Derozan I'm sorry for being too open I gotta pick me an option My bitch keep saying I'm toxic I'm going hard in the paint But I gotta stay with my rocket I keep on sipping this drank My kidney keep telling me stop it I feel the pain everyday The pills just keep on popping Them doors just keep on knocking And the clock just keep tick tocking If I spot em I'ma box em up I can't keep on smoking in the car They say I box too much I ain't feel like waiting in no line I had a box for lunch I been going hard in the fourth quarter Call me captain crunch Damn my nigga what happened to Virgil My brothers ran track and they hurdle And we had a hotel at the turtle And we smoking that gas and it's purple No we can't add to the circle Stay with two straps like i'm Urkel Steppin too close we might hurt you Nigga what happened to Virgil Them bitches don't think I deserve you Sorry baby if I hurt you Sorry baby I was hurt too Way better than the first two Way better than the last two I'm shootin any nigga had you And my vision been part of the plan Touch my brother I'm choppin ya hands Talking off the wall like you some vans Me and Quez had to rake up the sand At the kiosk we made us a band And it really made us to be bold Turned 20 in May gettin old Mama sorry for slinging that dope I'm just living this life that we chose And my vision been part of the plan Touch my brother I'm choppin ya hands Talking off the wall like you some vans Me and Quez had to rake up the sand At the kiosk we made us a band And it really made us to be bold Turned 20 in May gettin old Mama sorry for slinging that dope