Still Virgil

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Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah.

I'm in the backyard with my son smokin', watchin' him jump on the trampoline.

Daddy came home with a brand-new mockingbird and a brand-new big ol' ring.

Yeah, I'm Sophie's son, but now it's Virgil's son that made the team.

Yeah, they like when I rap, but them hoes go crazy whenever I sing.

I feel like Justin Bieber, me and lil' Neeto in a two-seater.

They say that they don't like me, if I were me, I wouldn't like me either. Lookin' at my son like, "Goddamn, Neeto, boy, your ass gon' be a problem.

And I got you, son, but don't think this money yours, you gon' start from the bottom. " When I'm at Sophie Headstone, I be thuggin' with my T's on.

Got a grip from the H-E-B and I came right back and I grabbed me a T-bone.

In the Roadmaster, tryna push this ho faster, ballin' hard like a free throw.

Straight out of Texas, cowhide inside the slab, ridin' 'round slow, boogie like B-Bo.

Our patient Virgil has made tremendous progress, but he's still -Virgil.

-Call up my grandpa, I need me some medicine, he say he got Robitussin. Take a ride to the peach and I'm callin' the

C-GI, he tellin' me that you're not bussin'.

Don't make me get CGI, he got them big things, them Hoovers be givin' concussions.

We got the streets jumpin' like X's, we done with the laws askin' questions, but I don't know nothin'.

Call me Sheriff Woody, there's a Glock in my boot.

Like his sneaks, we gon' bless him, so we pop him at you.

I go for three hundred just like a great Spartan, and if you ain't fundin' three hundred, be sparkin'. You claim you a dog, but you not even barkin'.

Pour paint on my chest, boy, smell like I farted.

Rockin' that mullet and smashin' them boots. Hold it in while I nut in her glutes.

Hoover Crip, so I'm bangin' on blue. Just like I'm Curry, that thirty, I shoot.

I'ma show you that you're not bulletproof. Forget Bieber Fever, I'm bringin' the flu.

Locin' hard, so you know that I'm cool. But my lil' baby Pooh, he be bangin' his boo.

Take a ride to the trap and I deal with some. Stand between the lakes, you feelin' somethin'.

Get the burner 'cause we cleanin' somethin'. The cocoa butter got me feelin' nothin'.

Trap for three months, then we move. Crackers playin' peekaboo.

Me and my gorillas groove with Bananacus Boo.

Flag on my Hannah Montana hip, patty cake, but cutter-cutter be clappin' it. Call his jacket, yeah, we see him, we jackin' it.

And we do it just to do it, get laid twice in one night, you stupid.

Said that I love you was clueless.

Put the pump to his nose, whisper to him, "Empty out his pockets. " Make him make love to the rocket. Made him into a LeParkus.

Money is what he gave up, he talkin' about, "Stop it.

" Hakuna matata, I'm straight out the jungle. I make any plays like I broke out a huddle.

I hit from the back, I be makin' 'em fumble. I'm all in her mouth, I be makin' her mumble.

I hit, then I'm dippin', I don't like to cuddle. I cool on the corner, she bring me a bundle.

I'm scrapin' that metal and watch water tumble.

Like deer huntin' season, I groove -with these hunters. -A la verga.

Ese vato si sabe como rapear.

Chihuahua.