[Intro: Virtue]

One, two

One, two, three, four

[Chorus: Virtue]

Tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when we pull up, we give no fuck (Landspeed)

Bimmer, Bentley, Hummer truck, we say "What's up?" and test my luck

You see this kit on my 'Yota, vanilla white is my flavor

If they askin' say "What's up", it's Virtue Nasty in the cut, yuh

[Interlude: Gekko & Virtue]

That shit hard

Fuck, get off my shit

Man, fuck 'em, fuck, fuckboy

Speedboy shit

Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy

[Verse 1: Gekko]

I tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when they pull up they get no love

Bitch, come pull up in the cut, I'm Patrick Bateman in the gloves

Lil' punk come rippin' in yo' truck, I'm rainin' bullets from above

Rainin' hell from up above 'cause you prayin' when the goin' get tough

Ayy, flak gone, spray and pray, nеver fuckin' know when they comе my way

Smoke from my barrel, now I need an ashtray, armed to the bone like it's doomsday

It's on everyday, bag a new whip when I get paid

My bitch act up like this foreplay, now she on my shit on the freeway

[Interlude: Gekko]

Fuck

Get off my shit

[Verse 2: Gekko]

Say "What's up", fuckboy

Bitch, I know I'm fuckin' hated, frustrated

Degraded, tainted and I'm always understated

Smokin' hermit, purple gasolina, It's my fuckin' favorite

Yeah boy, I see you devastated 'cause I calculated where ya situated

Picked apart yo' turbo which you fabricated (Punk)

Back to basics punk, it's back to basics

And when I see 'em in the cut I tell 'em, I tell 'em

[Chorus: Virtue]

Tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when we pull up, we give no fuck

Bimmer, Bentley, Hummer truck, we say "What's up?" and test my luck

You see this kit on my 'Yota, vanilla white is my flavor

If they askin' say "What's up", it's Virtue Nasty in the cut, yuh

[Interlude: SpliffHappy]

I don't like none of these bitches 'cause bitches be fake and fugazi

That dumb bitch, damn, damn

[Verse 3: SpliffHappy]

I don't like none of these bitches 'cause bitches be fake and fugazi

Take his money, baby, he be that effy

On the block, baby, I be the savior

Nah, nah, nah

Don't wanna hear what you wanna go talk about

Give me yo' money, give me what you worry 'bout

Uh, uh, uh, disappear niggas, I feel like Houdini

Match me if you tryna come see me

Stunt on my dick and just eat it, linguini

Now she want hit me up, nigga, like all the time

I was so broke, I was smokin' these lil' dimes, uh, ayy

Give me a bad bitch, I'm out of control

And I snuck in the henny, I'm outta my zone

Fat lil' bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I gettin' money

And I finna eat to the bone

[Chorus: Virtue]

Tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when we pull up, we give no fuck

Bimmer, Bentley, Hummer truck, we say "What's up?" and test my luck

You see this kit on my 'Yota, vanilla white is my flavor

If they askin' say "What's up", it's Virtue Nasty in the cut, yuh