02.02.99 (Explicit)

02.02.99 (Explicit) - that mexican ot

Lyrics by：Virgil Gazca/Gregory Davenport/Adrian Lara/Joshua Roy

Composed by：Virgil Gazca/Gregory Davenport/Adrian Lara/Joshua Roy

Produced by：DJ Skelz/Rocco Roy

Skelez oh my God

Can't nobody tell me **** 'cause

I got cutters ************

***** I'm Virgil 'til I die no I can't be nobody other

Told my chopper that the only thing

We got is just each other

I'm the type that need the walls up when

They bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter

Uh huh uh huh

I ain't ****** your sister *****

I'm just a ************

Nah I'm lyin' I knocked her a*s down

Too and we got in lots of trouble ugh

**** Mexican OT and **** his raps

He's just a *****

Ho I'm Virgil 'til I die and oh yes Sir

I'm with the ***** Fah fah fah fah

On 288 swingin' elbows like I'm in the UFC

My chopper got a mind of it's own

So if it shoot it ain't on me

I stay after F because I'm a G

Bad ***** with me she stay on fleek

Miami Heat up and shoot shoot a three

Call my chopper Kick because it knock out a knee

Yes ***** I'm cut throat no love ho

We gon' get 'em done foe

Hop out with these sticks I told my tío

Let that mug blow

Mismatch my designer got me feelin' like I'm Lud Foe

If the ***** can't afford my watch then

I ain't got time for a itty bitty broke ho

Uh huh uh huh

Ayo miss that OTY

Can't nobody tell me **** 'cause

I got cutters ************

***** I'm Virgil 'til I die no

I can't be nobody other

Told my chopper that the only thing

We got is just each other

I'm the type that need the walls up when they

Bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter

Uh huh uh huh

I was deep in that water swimmin' with them fishes

Them crash dummy missions I was jumpin' fences

I came out of the mud like a victim of ditches

Everywhere I go got a Glock in my britches

Cut 'em up now the doctor givin' 'em some stitches

A beam on the yopper I ain't never missin'

Double Ds on the cutter Nina got extensions

In the Southside of Texas double cup we sippin'

Southside steppin' I'm player made

I pour up a four mix it with Minute Maid

If it's drama you want we pull up where you stay

I ain't callin' 'em 'cause I want deep hitter stains

Ready for war I'm strapped up like a soldier

The tooley gon' knock his head right off his shoulder

I'm actin' a fooley while pushin' a stolo

My grandma make cookies they got me on slow mo

Slo mo

Virgil you have everything under control

It is all in your mind

The world is now in your hands

Finish him

Can't nobody tell me **** 'cause

I got cutters ************

***** I'm Virgil 'til I die no

I can't be nobody other

Told my chopper that the only thing

We got is just each other

I'm the type that need the walls up

When they bowlin' 'cause I'm gutter

Uh huh uh huh