Virgo

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro] -I don’t know why, but she sound like "Oh my God" I just hopped in the 'Rari, bitch like "Oh my", uh Said "Oh my God" (Hahaha, Nick you’re stupid) [Chorus] Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low [Post-Chorus] Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes Don't fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door [Verse 1] Don't let me get that, don't let me get that Don't be mad 'cause your bitch let me hit that Lil' nigga, you know, you ain't with that You shootin' your shot, you a brick [?] I can't see all these niggas, they too low I can't wait to hit it, that’s a new low Yeah, baby you know We get big bags, I advise you should know Woah, baby, I advise you should know I know your nigga can't do it like this Say I got ice, I got two on my wrist Your shorty, she on my body doin' tricks He talkin' that hot, he want me to blick [Chorus] Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low [Post-Chorus] Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes Don't fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door [Verse 2] [...] -two-door- [...] -get fast, now you change when you niggas know- [...] -don’t know nothing, put that on my life Put that on my guys, bake a nigga like a pie Hate me for no reason, yeah, nigga- [...] -He must be tired, ayy Hittin' niggas I despise [Chorus] Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low [Post-Chorus] Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes Don't fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door [Chorus] Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low