R.I.P Virgil
[Intro]
Everybody
Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime

[Verse 1: Onlybino!]
Yeah, these niggas break they fuckin' necks how they lookin'
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
R.I.P 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 mе
'Cause I'm the one that dеmolish the 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 cost him a lease
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 crazy all up in the sheets
Rockin' cosmetics, rockin' that Raf
You know insanity all on my mask
Shout out the bros, we finna spaz
STL logo that you never had
Bino the shit, he finna spaz
I'm finna show 'em 'bout how long I last
I'm in the coup 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 called me and told boy you trippin', I really don't listen, [?]
[Verse 2: DC The Don]
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Donny gone as a bitch, double C's on my ass
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'? They can't hold me, nigga
Clearly I'm at Lil Beni', five star fettuccine, Givenchy, they killin' my vibe
Ayy, 7.62, he just look at me, shoot from the corner, boy [?]
'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
Yeah, these niggas lookin' at my neck
'Cause I got a whole lotta jewlery
Shout out VLONE, that boy stay with the foolery
And bitch, I be hot, so you know I keep two with me
Big body, big body, big body, I'm tryna race
When I walk in the spot, they like, "Who is He?"
Is that your bitch in my face? She been choosin' me
Lowkey, that shit ain't got nothin' to do with me
Flexin' like this, I be flexin' like this
And the AMG seats get the wreckin' that bitch
She be textin' me pics, she a lil flashy ho
Put my car in the front, they catch me at the [?]
Dolce & Gabbana and Louie V', nigga
All these rap niggas tryna be cool with me
Diamonds and rubies, bitch, I got some juice with me, nigga
Got my Glock 19 actin' a fool with me, nigga