Lyrics Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) - YNW Melly
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Young
nigga
world
Young
nigga
way,
yeah
We
gon'
pull
up
with
them
sticks
and
hop
out
with
them
choppers
Walking
out
the
ten
in
blue
Balenciagas
I
caught
an
opp,
now
I
got
blood
on
blue
Balenciagas
Up
that
forty,
let
that
pistol
sing
a
melody
Fuck
all
of
that
talking,
we
can
go
to
war
Leave
your
brain
marinating
on
the
boulevard
I
got
something
that'll
put
you
out
your
misery
Seven
point
six
two,
five
point
five
six's,
two-two-three
With
that
K,
broad
day,
we
hop
out
and
spray
Young
nigga
world,
young
nigga
way
until
my
dying
day
You
ain't
'bout
that
action,
boy
let's
not
pretend
Caught
you
lacking
after
school
and
shot
at
all
your
friends
It
go
like
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
ten
Unload
the
clip,
reload
the
clip,
and
then
you
spin
again
And
if
they
out
when
you
come
back
then
bitch
you
spin
again
Congratulations,
I
just
taught
you
how
to
spin
a
bin
We
gon'
pull
up
with
them
sticks
and
hop
out
with
them
choppers
Walking
out
the
ten
in
blue
Balenciagas
I
caught
an
opp,
now
I
got
blood
on
blue
Balenciagas
Up
that
forty,
let
that
pistol
sing
a
melody
Fuck
all
of
that
talking,
we
can
go
to
war
Leave
your
brain
marinating
on
the
boulevard
I
got
something
that'll
put
you
out
your
misery
Seven
point
six
two,
five
point
five
six's,
two-two-three
Two-two-three,
AR-15
Carbon-9's,
they
all
on
me
Fuck
with
me,
you
get
murked
It
ain't
shit
to
put
a
pussy
nigga
on
a
shirt
Fuck
all
that
talking,
we
all
'bout
that
action
We
pull
up
with
pistols,
you
know
that
we
blasting
These
niggas
ain't
really
on
it,
they
pussy
I
swear
they
got
all
these
niggas
doin'
magic
Hold
up,
ash
it,
I
wanna
fuck
her
Pussy
run
up,
we
gon'
put
him
on
a
t-shirt
With
it,
yeah,
with
it
Pull
up
on
me
with
a
TEC,
huh
Run
up
on
me,
you
get
whacked
nigga
Fuck
with
me,
that's
your
regret
I
got
some
niggas
who
really
be
with
it
You
niggas
pussy,
you
pussy
or
you
pussy
offended
You
niggas
pussy,
you
don't
want
no
action
All
of
my
niggas
will
turn
you
to
past
tense
We
got
Glocks
with
hundred
rounds,
huh
Catch
an
opp,
kill
an
opp,
lay
him
down
Fuck
with
us,
you
get
murked,
facts
nigga
Big
B's,
double-O
twenty-ten-nine,
this
brrat
nigga
We
gon'
pull
up
with
them
sticks
and
hop
out
with
them
choppers
Walking
out
the
ten
in
blue
Balenciagas
I
caught
an
opp,
now
I
got
blood
on
blue
Balenciagas
Up
that
forty,
let
that
pistol
sing
a
melody
Fuck
all
of
that
talking,
we
can
go
to
war
Leave
your
brain
marinating
on
the
boulevard
I
got
something
that'll
put
you
out
your
misery
Seven
point
six
two,
five
point
five
six's,
two-two-three
Yeah,
Melly
baby
And
I'm
back,
yeah,
yeah-eah
I'm
on
a
whole
'nother
fuckin'
wave
bro
Can't
even
swim
with
this
shit
I'm
spittin',
hah
(Young
nigga
world
baby,
young
nigga
world
baby
Young
nigga
ways,
yeah
yeah)
I'm
with
them
sharks
fuck
nigga,
I'm
for
real,
hey
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