Date 2020-11-10
Category Lyrics, Music Video
Casanova is back with “Virgil” featuring Ugly god & Duke Deuce. Watch the video and read the lyrics to the song produced by Ugly god.
Casanova Virgil
Casanova is still riding the wave of 2019’s Behind These Scars. Serving as an official debut project, the rapper’s kept the momentum going throughout the year with numerous releases. He went the Brooklyn drill route when enlisting Fivio Foreign and Smoove’L for “D&D.” He also made a legendary connection with DMX for their collaboration, “Don’t Play Games.” Needless to say, even with a pandemic in place, and an OnlyFans for supplementary income, Casanova has been working.
He returned with a brand new banger earlier this weekend, teaming up with Ugly God and Duke Deuce for “Virgil.” Yes, someone was bold enough to put all three artists on the track and it surprisingly works. Cas’ aggressive flow and Duke Deuce’s charismatic delivery tackle hold down the verses while Ugly God comes through for hook duties.
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Lyrics
[Intro: Casanova]
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha
Thanks, Ugly God
[Chorus: Ugly God]
Off-White shirt, but the shoes don’t match
Do what I want, so I can’t get attached
The both of my pockets got rickity racks
Yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
She know I’m the shit, that’s facts
Niggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
Bet he gon’ run when I ratatat tat
If I don’t got a gun, bet a nigga get slapped (No cap)
(Bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I’m gon’ need them bands when I come through (When I come through)
Yeah, I’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (Now how ’bout you?)
Yeah, and I don’t need no new friends, I need them blues
Got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 2: Casanova]
I got a gun on my waist, security, niggas is [?]
I heard an opp in the place, so bodies is dropping today (I know he in here)
I see the look on your face, you niggas is feelin’ a way
I got some blood on my J’s when I shot that boy in the face
Stupid ass nigga, these Off-Whites
Tryna reach for my chain? Nigga, you playin’
You don’t even care about your own life (Nah)
Slide to the left, slide to the right
My niggas spin it like all night
Got more shooters than Fortnite
You don’t even know what it feel like
You don’t even know what it drill like (Ahaha)
[Chorus: Ugly God & Duke Deuce]
Off-White shirt, but the shoes don’t match
Do what I want, so I can’t get attached
The both of my pockets got rickity racks
Yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
She know I’m the shit, that’s facts
Niggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
Bet he gon’ run when I ratatat tat
If I don’t got a gun, bet a nigga get slapped (No cap)
(Bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I’m gon’ need them bands when I come through (When I come through)
Yeah, I’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (Now how ’bout you?)
Yeah, and I don’t need no new friends, I need them blues (What the fuck?)
Got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 2: Duke Deuce]
(BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ)
F-u-c-k-e-d, E-U-C-E
(BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ)
I’m the king of crunk, and I put it on a G
(BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ)
And don’t bring that bullshit down south
And get your ass Memphis stomped
(BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ)
It’s lookin’ like I got junkers, all my pockets got the lumps
(BHZ, BHZ, BHZ, BHZ)
Don’t let them rappers gas you up and get you hit by my lil’ pump
[?] rockin’ all black, but don’t ever confuse us as punk
Faggot, bitch, I’m fresh to death, I should sleep up in a casket
Let this niggas have it, I’m a savage
[Chorus: Ugly God]
Off-White shirt, but the shoes don’t match
Do what I want, so I can’t get attached
The both of my pockets got rickity racks
Yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
She know I’m the shit, that’s facts
Niggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
Bet he gon’ run when I ratatat tat
If I don’t got a gun, bet a nigga get slapped (No cap)
(Bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I’m gon’ need them bands when I come through (When I come through)
Yeah, I’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (Now how ’bout you?)
Yeah, and I don’t need no new friends, I need them blues
Got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
Thanks, Ugly God
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus: Ugly God]
Off-White shirt, but the shoes don’t match
Do what I want, so I can’t get attached
The both of my pockets got rickity racks
Yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
She know I’m the shit, that’s facts
Niggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
Bet he gon’ run when I ratatat tat
If I don’t got a gun, bet a nigga get slapped (No cap)
(Bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I’m gon’ need them bands when I come through (When I come through)
Yeah, I’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (Now how ’bout you?)
Yeah, and I don’t need no new friends, I need them blues
Got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
Thanks, Ugly God
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
