That Mexican OT - Still Virgil

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh I'm in the backyard with my son smokin', watchin' him jump on the trampoline Daddy came home with a brand-new mockingbird and a brand-new big ol' ring Yeah, I'm Sophie son, but now it's Virgil son that made the team Yeah, they like when I rap, but them hos go crazy whenever I sing I feel like Justin' Bieber, me and Lil Nito in a two-seater They say that they don't like me, if I wasn't me, I wouldn't like me neither Lookin' at my son like, "Goddamn, Nito, boy, your ass gon' be a problem" And I got you, son, but don't think this money yours, you gon' start from the bottom When I'm at Sophie headstone, I'll be thuggin' with my T Jone Got a grill for the H-E-B and I came right back and I grabbed me a T-bong In a Roadmaster, tryna push this ho faster, ballin' hard like a free throw Straight out of Texas, cowhide, inside the slab ridin' 'round slow, boogie like Bebo (Our patient, Virgil, has made tremendous progress but he's still Virgil) (ah, ah, ah) Call up my grandpa, I need me some medicine, he said he got Robitussin' Take a route to the Peach and I'm callin' up CJ, he tellin' me they gonna bust it Don't make me get CJ, he got them big things, them Hoovers be given concussions We got the street jumpin', like X's, we dumpin', the laws askin' questions, but I don't know nothin' Call me sheriff Woody, there's a Glock in my boot (uh-huh, uh-huh) Like he sneezed, we gon' bless him, so we pop 'em at you (pew, pew, pew, pew) I groove with 300 just like a great Spartan and if you act funny, 300 be sparkin' You clam you a dog but you not even barkin', propane in my chest, boy, it smell like I farted Rockin' the mullet and smashin' in boots, hold it in while I nut her glutes Hoover crippin', so I'm bangin' on blue, just like I'm Curry, that 30 I shoot I'ma show you that you not bulletproof, forget Bieber fever, I'm bringin' the flu Locin' hard so you know that I'm cool, but my lil' baby Poo, he be bangin', he bool Take a route to the trap and I deal me somethin', stand between her legs, she feelin' somethin' Get the burner 'cause we grillin' somethin', that coco butter got me feelin' nothin' We trap for three months, then we move, crackers playin' peekaboo Me and my gorillas groove with bananas clips, blue flag on my hand, that bandana hits Patty cake because that cutter be clappin' it, call us Jack and Jill, we see it, we jackin' it And we do it just to do it, get licked twice in one night, you stupid Set it all up, he was clueless Put the pump to his nostrils, told him empty out his pockets, made him make love to the rocket Made into a lil' punk, his money is what he gave up, he talkin' 'bout, "Stop it" Hakuna Matata, I'm straight out the jungle, I'm makin' these plays like I broke out the huddle I hit from the back, I be makin' her fumble, I'm all in her mouth, I be makin' her mumble I hit, then I'm dippin', I don't like to cuddle, I cool on the corner, she bring me a bundle I'm scrapin' that metal and watch water tumble, like deer huntin' season, I groove with these hunters A la verga Ese vato sí sabe cómo rapear Chihuahua