Virgil

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, how y'all doing tonight?
If you got you a double cup, pour one up
If you got you a J, light that motherfucker up, you know?
Y'all get lit with me one time

[Verse]
My dad gave me the game, I knew I had to run with it
This rappin' shit just a hobby, I'm havin' fun with it
Bad gates showed me the way and I'm going dumb with it
Got a shorty to hold me down, can't fuck with dumb bitches
R.I.P. to my mama, I got a lil' brother to look after
Fuck with him and I'ma slap ya, that MAC-11 will attack ya
I got all these guns lookin' like they Pack-a-Punched
Fuck ya stomach up, them bullets eat his noodle pack like lunch
Southside stepping, Southside repping, lil' buster, I'm from the Southside
Mеxicana since 1999, l been bangin' brown pride
I'ma die bеhind respect and my family because I'm 'bout mine
Go ahead and try to test me, fuck around and get you outlined
Poor Mexican on the grind to success, yeah, I'm on the way there
Solo dolo every time that you see me, so I don't play fair
Uncle Mun got me into rappin', this struggle got me trappin'
Don't ever think that I'm lackin', I get it crackin' with static
Like Johnson, I'm doing magic, l'll make this boy disappear
Left hand gripping on the pistol, right hand gripping on the steer
I know God's on my team, so I'm livin' life without fear
I know my body's on this earth, but sometimes it's like I'm not here
I caught a body off emotional thinking, now I can't sleep right
Paranoid his boys after me, now I gotta keep my game tight
I got residue on my lips, now my girl think I'm cheatin'
Caught him slippin' at a turning lane and I left the light blinking
While I'm rappin', my yoppa singin', I'm pimpin' like I was Pinkie
My throwaway's rinky-dinky, but still, it's gon' pop
Still, it's gon' drop somethin', grab the Glock
T up on your block, we gon' crop something
I been gangster since the diaper and snotty nose, hot boy, no Hollygrove
What happened? Nobody know, box it out, step on his toe
You ain't goin' nowhere for sure, cutthroat, I'm on go
In the deep end with no boat
Pitbull, lock jaw, I get my dog to sic 'em
These busters talking 'bout some smoke, I'll get a Dutch and then twist it
I'll slap a beam on a scope on a stick, you know I ain't missing
And if you think that it's funny and sweet, try me, no, l ain't kiddin'
I bust it down and then I grease the gun, make it good for a play
Shot caller, hot shotta, I'm ready for anything
I up it up on this lil' buster, put him in his grave
'Cause down your block, yeah, I'ma slide, AR-15 on my side
I ain't duckin' no beef, I want you to touch me
It's gon' be a homicide, God mad 'cause I took his life
I had turned up that heat up on him and nothing
Put your homie in a Dutch and I'ma twist that motherfucker
Two deep in a stolo, we 'bout to blitz this motherfucker
Good dope in an Optimo, I'm 'bout to be Chris Tucker
I was done dirty by the game, but I can't lie, I still love her
Yo, what's the scheme? What's the plot? I don't care, put 'em in that pot
I just barely used this Glock, when I tucked it, it burned my crotch

[Outro]
Right on
Right on
Yeah
C4, I'm fucking with that one
Pollo
Shunny, what you talking 'bout? (That was it)
Yeah?
Baby?
Yeah?