Lyrics of 'Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)' by YNW Melly

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Young Nigga World)
(Young Nigga Way, yeah)

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers (hop out with them choppers)
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody (sing a melody)
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war (war)
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery (put you out your misery)
Seven point six two, five point five six, two-two-three

With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray (we hop out and spray)
Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy, let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then, bitch, you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers (hop out with them choppers)
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody (sing a melody)
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war (we can go to war)
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard (we can go to war)
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

Two-two-three, AR-15
Carbon-9's (carbon-9's), they all on me (they all on me)
Fuck with me (fuck with me), you get murked (you get murked)
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear they got all these niggas doin' magic
Hold up, ash it (ash it), I wanna fuck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get whacked, nigga
Fuck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or you pussy offended
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past tense, bro
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down (lay him down)
Fuck with us, you get murked, facts, nigga
Big Bs, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers (hop out with them choppers)
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody (sing a melody)
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war (we can go to war)
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard (we can go to war)
I got something that'll put you out your misery (put you out your misery)
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young Nigga World, baby, Young Nigga World, baby)
(Young Nigga Ways, yeah, yeah)
(I'm with them sharks, fuck, nigga, I'm for real)