Virtual (blue Balenciagas) Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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