作曲 : Durk Banks/Sergio Kitchens/Darrel Jackson

Banger

Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one

Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn't proud of me, you was the nigga who doubted me

I was too mad at you, you love to come kill, you my brother, that shit was a tragedy

But magically I got the strategy, I was so sick and tired of niggas keep asking me, "Who was the killers between the hood?"

Bro I'm a king, that mean we good (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Talked to my TT about my problems

Learned to survive, I carry my choppa

Before I was twelve, I went to the doctor

****ed on a stripper and I took me a Roxy

How you my blood and you say you gon' pop me?

Follow with loyalty, never 'bout thotties

Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies

Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies

"Stop taking drugs after sending a song"

How you gon' blame me? Y'all give him cabaña

Bitch I'm a star, gotta use condom

Don't drink Par, only like Wocka'

Sippin' on Wocka, I feel like I'm Flocka

Shit in my parker, that shit'll go blocka'

Say that I'm mean, what you mean? I caught you

Get away from her, have speed, no tossin'

Called you a bitch, I'm sorry I lost you

Head down, X pill, Percocet, off it

Bitch my phone died, pass me a charger

Ain't have a coat, walked to school in a thermal

Bitches you lookin' up to, they'll burn you

Get out my business, that shit don't concern you

I get to diggin' this shit when I learn you

I love the trenches, this shit is eternal

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

I wish my brother had made it out surgery

I be up thinkin', that shit do be hurtin' me

If they gon' catch me, them niggas gon' murder me (Oh no, oh)

Gave my bro twenty, he called for a burglary

I love the bitches who say they ain't hurtin' me

Never seen blood, that shit'll turn burgundy

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Fresh like the first day of school, I'm a scholar

Found the solution and got some more problems

We from the sandbox, my dog since a toddler

Sixteen years old when I shed my first chopper

Flew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa Locka

Quit flyin' in G5, fly helicopters (Fly helicopters)

I count every blessin' and count every dollar

I'm 'bout to go factory plain

I treat all of my dogs the same

Take care all of my bitches the same

I just hope you financially sane

Never turning my back on the gang

From the A, we was taught to be brave

Had to squabble and take a few fades

Stay rock solid, you'll get through the phase

That my nigga, what happened to Virgil?

Talked to God, I don't wanna get murdered

I got style, I don't know what you heard of

You lil' pussy, you soft and fertile

Only rumors throughout my circle

Only rumors throughout my circle, oh

Prince, I'ma pour up some purple

600 Maybach, the one with the curtain

Young GunnaWunna, the boy bought the Birkin

I'm goin' hard, know you proud of me workin'

Ridin' round the town sippin' and swervin'

Hold it down, do this shit with a purpose

Louis down, man this shit came from Virgil

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?