Tommy West & LOXIS - VIRUS 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
Motherf*cker, 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 f*ck 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
Motherf*cker, 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 motherf*cker if he got no green
If he got no green, better not know me
'Cause I got fourteen bitches, Valentine (man, what the f*ck)
'Cause I got no Shein
Goddamn, tearin' up the dot like I'm motherf*cking 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
Motherf*cker, tell me what you're doing undercover