[Verse 1: Virtue]
They say I'm a lifestyler
New whip and I'm wylin'
Designer
New shit that I'm stylin'
Designer
Caught a case and I smilin'
Outsider
He a fake and he lyin'
Goddamn, son
Why you gotta make plans? Why you gotta run?
Why you gotta fake friends? Why you gotta gun?
You goin' off the deep end, get the shit done
Uh, uh, uh
I movin' out of touch
Cuttin' in line, sorry, bitch, I hate to budge
Fuckin' up life like I'm livin' with a grudge
Feelin' so fine, I ain't even take drugs
This is how goes when you fuckin' with the bros
Bloodstains on your clothes, leave you leakin' out the nose
Do it like a pro when I'm movin' back and forth
Shimmy shimmy, oh no! Move it back, drop it low
This is how goes when you fuckin' with the bros
Bloodstains on your clothes, leave you leakin' out the nose
Do it like a pro when I'm movin' back and forth
Shimmy shimmy, oh no! Move it back, drop it low

[Verse 2: Gekko]
Red light, tail pipe
Nothing left for ya
A1, fuckboy
No choice left for ya
No crew, who you? Do you know
With the Speedcrew Mewtwo, you through, done with ya?
I don't know what the fuck you been told
But my time like money and my money never old
I know you, fuckboys, take it safe, take it slow
Ayy, Gekko on the go, lay in silent 'til I blow, huh
But the Dior chain costs three or four
And I'd spend a lil' money just to have a lil' more
Keep my diamonds on ice just to fuckin' keep 'em cold
And my jewelry my life, I'ma fake it 'til I fold
Bitch, where my bracelet
Lost it, better cop a new replacement
Bust a bag or two to buy it, gotta chase it
Speedboys make you jump when the bass hit
When the bass hit, huh

[Outro: Virtue]
Goddamn, son
Why you gotta make plans? Why you gotta run?
Why you gotta fake friends? Why you gotta gun?
You goin' off the deep end, get the shit done
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