VIRUS ft. LOXIS Lyrics

Aye, Gucci get up here

Come here buddy

How drunk do you think I am right now?

10/10, 10/10 ah... Seven

Yeah, seven

I need green, no sinus

She can get down with the virus

God knows I've got a bias

It ain't gon' get up if she ain't the finest one

Out of all if her friends, she's a stylist

I need green, no sinus

She can get down with the virus

God knows I've got a bias

It ain't gon' get up if she ain't the finest one

Out of all if her friends, she's a stylist

I feel so sick, think I've got a virus

She's on time, but she don't know what the vibe is

Y'all smoke weed, but you don't know what the high is

What I need, I need a couple more high-ends

I need space, I need treble in the bass-end

I need days where I don't got nobody sayin'

You ain't doing nothing, you ain't getting paid

Motherfucker, tell me what you're doing undercover (aye)

You got beef with me, you got beef with us

You got that for free, I don't feel the buzz

I don't want no drama, I don't want no fuss

I want steady commas, I wanna drive the bus

I'm on my Mufasa shit

Young Harlow, she Jackin' it

She on my balls like I'm Hockinson

Not no debate, we ain't come outta Washington

I could fuck off with accomplishments

I'm on my bread like a condiment, yeah

If I take somebody home I don't want no one thinkin' they home

I got too many people thinkin' that they know us, they thinkin' they know us but they don't

I got her friend on my phone

I got they friends thinkin' they could be known

But they don't know what it takes to be known

I sip Bacardi now I'm in my z- (whoo!)

I need green, no sinus

She can get down with the virus

God knows I've got a bias

It ain't gon' get up if she ain't the finest one

Out of all if her friends, she's a stylist

I need green, no sinus

She can get down with the virus

God knows I've got a bias

It ain't gon' get up if she ain't the finest one

Out of all if her friends, she's a stylist

I feel so sick, think I've got a virus

She's on time, but she don't know what the vibe is

Y'all smoke weed, but you don't know what the high is

What I need, I need a couple more high-ends

I need space, I need treble in the bass-end

I need days where I don't got nobody sayin'

You ain't doing nothing, you ain't getting paid

Motherfucker, tell me what you're doing undercover

Steppin' on goons like a Goomba

And I'm steppin' too hard, need some Pumas

And the neck spin around like a Roomba

And she hoggin' that ass, call her Pumbaa

Beat a motherfucker if he got no green

If he got no green, better not know me

'Cause I got fourteen bitches, Valentine (man, what the fuck)

'Cause I got no Shein

Goddamn, tearin' up the dot like I'm motherfucking Pacman

Bring her downtown, bring her back to the badlands

Take another shot to the back like I'm Batman

Callin' me child

But we can get grown, and we can act up, and we can back up, and beat that ass up, wait

Be the best up, feed the rest up, T that ass up, pop that pussy

I need green, no sinus

She can get down with the virus

God knows I've got a bias

It ain't gon' get up if she ain't the finest one

Out of all if her friends, she's a stylist

I need green, no sinus

She can get down with the virus

God knows I've got a bias

It ain't gon' get up if she ain't the finest one

Out of all if her friends, she's a stylist

I feel so sick, think I've got a virus

She's on time, but she don't know what the vibe is

Y'all smoke weed, but you don't know what the high is

What I need, I need a couple more high-ends

I need space, I need a treble with the bass-end

I need days where I don't got nobody sayin'

You ain't doing nothing, you ain't getting paid

Motherfucker, tell me what you're doing undercover