Track 7 757 Virginia Hood Nightmares by Lil Tracy 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