Track 7 (757 Virginia Hood Nightmares)

Lyrics

[Intro] Touch muku, nigga Bands, nigga Yeah Hah Yeah [Chorus] I got my people behind em' We movin' work Just like the 90 I keep that fool Yeah, right beside me I keep my tool Yeah, right beside me I seen em' go bad Yeah, shawty blew a kisstake on her body I be flexin', young nigga Rollin' all up in the lobby Why he shinin', like some diamonds? What is that all on his wrists? (Goddamn) What is good, is real exquisite Is that even his damn things? (Damn, fool) Do he really get that money? Or he just flexin' n' shit Do he really stack a hundred? Or he just flexin' n' shit [Verse 1] She said boy you brought your bands What is that all on your wrist? [?] Scotty pimpin' when I spit And I love that fuckin' neck Make it sloppy, then I dip I got this [?] on ma sack I ain't tryin' to talk shit [Verse 2] I'm a real trap nigga Cap that dude, don't pull that grip I need a gang, how I whip it Bitch I'm dancin' with ma' [?] And I heard they talkin' breezies Watch me turn up in this place I just got up out that jail Niggas knew I never snitch You can ask my fuckin' momma' Boy she standin' in this bitch [Verse 3] And I got this fuckin' [?] With that fuckin' dirty clip So, when I'm fuckin' ballin' Come and Curry in this bitch I brought my nigga hella up Then he get the dough and hits Ball muku, get them bands Hollup', get them bands Now I'm flexin' on your bitch And she know I am the mans [Chorus] I got my people behind em' We movin' work Just like the 90 I keep that fool Yeah, right beside me I keep my tool Yeah, right beside me I seen em' go badass Shawty blew a kisstake on her body I be flexin', young nigga Rollin' all up in the lobby Why he shinin', like some diamonds? What is that all on his wrists? (Goddamn) What is good, is real exquisite Is that even his damn things? (Damn, fool) Do he really get that money? Or he just flexin' n' shit Do he really stack a hundred? Or he just flexin' n' shit [Verse 4] Girl I'm stuck to them hundreds Just like I'm signin' [?] She said baby, see you flexin' Can I just come get a piece? Had to kick her out the door Landlord, with no lease Had to kick her out the door I'm like baby, you just go Bitch I know you cold I might toss yo' ass a fleece I'm in love with the money On my hands and on my knees Catch me fienen' for them hundreds I'm just like, come baby please And my body look so cold It's like I'm walkin' all on freeze Why these bitches watchin' me? These niggas plot on me Bitch I walk up in the party Bitches just like, who is he? Bitch I'm runnin' to them bands I'm the fuckin' man Pull up on em' Pop a nigga Man he lookin' like a xan What the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout? Bitches muku, ballin' now Run up in yo' mama house Dick in yo', mama mouth Oh my God, disrespect Let me stack that ancient neck Bitch them bullies comin' for you Let me stop (Shh) [Chorus] Ball muku, get them bands Hollup', get them bands Now I'm flexin' on your bitch And she know I am the mans I got my people behind em' We movin' work Just like the 90 I keep that fool Yeah, right beside me I keep my tool Yeah, right beside me I seen em' go badass Shawty blew a kisstake on her body I be flexin', young nigga Rollin' all up in the lobby Why he shinin', like some diamonds? What is that all on his wrists? (Goddamn) What is good, is real exquisite Is that even his damn things? (Damn, fool) Do he really get that money? Or he just flexin' n' shit Do he really stack a hundred? Or he just flexin' n' shit