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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MiTCH
MiTCH
Producer
mr.wess
mr.wess
Producer

Lyrics

(Yeah) my bad, I ain't even mean to say that Best rapper alive man, on the mic, man, mic check New phone, yeah Gang, gang Yeah Burnin' out ain't no option Goin' broke ain't even my thought progress So many damn hoes, I got a whole roster Let go of my swag like a Eggo waffle Puttin' niggas stash in a baby bottle Got all this shit, didn't pray about it (nah) No haircut, but the ladies love it (nah) Do shit, no deal, got the labels salty Still gun tucked, don't stare that hard Lil' nigga, it's a new sheriff around Hit the bank, get a bag like Set It Off Boy, girl got gas like Chevron Patrollin' the bitch like an analog I'm shakin' these bitches like Allen I (shakin' these bitches) I ain't datin', these bitches get carry out (yeah) Thy the street, this bitch chew me and spit me out Coulda' took the whole world, but I ain't even try Girl, gang my name, but don't wear it out (wear it out) You ain't got a million dollars, then you can be quiet (shh) Offer one point five, they better keep bribin' "Why you ain't drop yet?" Man, being honest, I'm in the crib with the pints, nigga, detoxin' Stop worryin' 'bout me, get a pee pot I'm double C shoppin', bitch look like Kylie (I swear to God) You know I, dress like video, fit, I ain't care about it (you know I) Break my heart, rappin' bout trap, he ain't pack no heroine Hit her on my lap, got her fuckin' up lip gloss Man, I got 'Tecs, I'm built with this shit Niggas ain't me, they just make a lot of diss songs Bitch want a pic with the 7-Mile Chris Brown You know I, get fresh as hell, I ain't even gotta go out I know I, 'posed to save Hip-Hop, but I don't really got time You know I, ayy girl, you know I, yeah You know I, dog 'em, love 'em, fuck 'em, leave 'em Boy, I don't fuckin' need 'em Check out my Denim, ain't seen it boy, I'm ahead of season New hunnids in that Goy-eezy, makin' married bitches cheatin' I know fed agents gon' see me I got on bright moncleezy (frrt, frrt, frrt) I smoke bubble, ain't no sticks, fam (yeah) Prolly 'cause he study all my songs we sound similar Allergic to these broke ass niggas, sippin' syrup like Benadryl Fed him Percs, it got him fightin' demons, he ain't did a cure She is not a bad bitch, every pic, she call an editor I am not no trick, I put a gold digger in the back of hearse Said she wanted a sex day with the kid, she gotta neck me first Said I did her worse than her ex, bitch, my last name Worst Yeah, you know I Yeah, what you say Ree? You know I, haha, I need to get on there You know I, dress like video, fit, I ain't care about it Break my heart, rappin' bout trap, he ain't pack no heroine
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