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(Skelez, oh, my God)
– (Skelez, o Deus meus)
Can’t nobody tell me shit ’cause I got cutters, motherfucker
– Nemo potest dicere mihi stercore, causa ego got caedentes, motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil ’til I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
– Bitch, Ego Sum Virgilius, donec moriar, nulla, nullus alius esse non possum
Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
– Dixit mihi securis quod solum res nos got est iustus invicem
I’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause I’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Genus sum quod parietibus indigent cum bowlin ” causam ego stillicidium (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain’t fucked your sister, bitch, I’m just a motherfucker
– Ego non eruditionis habes sororem tuam, canis, im ‘ iustus a motherfucker
Nah, I’m lyin’, I knocked her ass down too and we got in lots of trouble, ugh
– Nah, ego sum lyin’ , ego pulsante eam asinum descendit etiam et obtinuit in sortem tribulationis, ugh
“Fuck Mexican OT and fuck his raps, he’s just a bitch”
– “Irrumabo Mexicanus ot et xvi pedicabo eius raps, hes ‘iustus canis”
Ho, I’m Virgil ’til I die, and, oh, yes, sir, I’m with the shits (fah, fah, fah, fah)
– Ho, Ego Sum Virgilius, donec moriar, et, immo, domine, ego cum shit (fah, fah, fah, fah)
On 288, swingin’ elbows like I’m in the UFC
– In 288, swingin cubitis sicut EGO IN SUSPENDISSE
My chopper got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain’t on me
– Et ideo dicit, quod si ita est, non est in me
I stay after F because I’m a G
– Ego manere Post F quia Ego G
Bad bitch with me, she stay on fleek
– Putasne me esse putavi, si in hac vita remanserit
Miami Heat, up and shoot, shoot a three
– Miami Calor, sursum et sagittent, mitterent tres
Call my chopper “Kick” because it knock out a knee
– Voca securis “Calcitrare” quia genu pulsat
Yes, bitch, I’m cutthroat, no love, ho
– Sed, ut dictum est, non amare, quia
We gon’ get ’em done, foe
– Nos ‘adepto’ em factum, hostis
Hop out with these sticks, I told my tío, “Let that mug blow”
– Hop cum his haeret, dixi mihi tío, “Fiat quod mug ictu”
Mismatch my designer, got me feelin’ like I’m Lud Foe
– Mismatch mea excogitatoris, obtinuit me sentiin’ sicut Ego Sum Lud Hostis
If the bitch can’t afford my watch, then I ain’t got time for a itty-bitty broke ho (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Si canis vigiliam meam praestare non potest, tunc tempus itty-bitty fregit ho (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
– Mexicanus OT quod est?
Can’t nobody tell me shit ’cause I got cutters, motherfucker
– Nemo potest dicere mihi stercore, causa ego got caedentes, motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil ’til I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
– Bitch, Ego Sum Virgilius, donec moriar, nulla, nullus alius esse non possum
Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
– Dixit mihi securis quod solum res nos got est iustus invicem
I’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause I’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Genus sum quod parietibus indigent cum bowlin ” causam ego stillicidium (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I was deep in that water, swimmin’ with them fishes
– In aqua profunda eram, natantes ‘ cum illis piscibus
Them crash dummy missions, I was jumpin’ fences
– Missiones phantasma eorum fragore, ego eram jumpin ‘ quoque septa premunt
I came out of the mud like a victim of ditches
– Veni de luto sicut fossarum victima
Everywhere I go, got a Glock in my britches
– Ubique vado, glock obtinuit in britches
Cut ’em up, now the doctor givin’ ’em some stitches
– Secare ’em sursum, nunc medicus givin’ em quidam suturis
A beam on the yopper, I ain’t never missin’
– A trabem super yopper, ego numquam missin’
Double Ds on the cutter, Nina got extensions
– Ds duplex in circumdatos, nina extensiones obtinuit
In the Southside of Texas, double cup, we sippin’
– In Meridiem Texas, duplex poculum, sippin’
Southside steppin’, I’m player made
– Southside steppin’, ego sum ludio ludius factus
I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid
– Quattuor effundam, Eam Cum Ancilla Minuta misce
If it’s drama you want, we pull up where you stay
– Si vis drama, trahere sursum ubi vos manere
I ain’t callin’ ’em ’cause I want deep hitter stains
– Non sunt in charitatemque’ em ‘causa volo altum hitter maculas
Ready for war, I’m strapped up like a soldier
– Paratus ad bellum, ego quasi miles accinctus sum
The tooley gon’ knock his head right off his shoulder
– Quod tooley gon ‘ pulsate caput eius ius off humero
I’m actin’ a fooley while pushin’ a stolo
– Im ‘actin’ stultus dum pushin ‘ a stolo
My grandma make cookies, they got me on slow-mo
– Mea avia crustulum faciunt, me lento-mo obtinuerunt
Virgil, you have everything under control
– Vergilius, quae habes in potestate
It is all in your mind
– In tota mente tua
The world is now in your hands
– Mundus nunc in manibus tuis est
Finish him
– Consummare eum
Can’t nobody tell me shit ’cause I got cutters, motherfucker
– Nemo potest dicere mihi stercore, causa ego got caedentes, motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil ’til I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
– Bitch, Ego Sum Virgilius, donec moriar, nulla, nullus alius esse non possum
Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
– Dixit mihi securis quod solum res nos got est iustus invicem
I’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause I’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Genus sum quod parietibus indigent cum bowlin ” causam ego stillicidium (uh-huh, uh-huh)
