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Vet
273
Hip-Hop/Rap
Vet was released on June 25, 2020 by 2169527 Records DK as a part of the album Vet - Single
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Release DateJune 25, 2020
Label2169527 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Supa Gates
Supa Gates
Songwriter

Lyrics

Grrtttt, Gang, Bentley what?
(16 In This Bitch, 16 In This Shit)
Brodie called me like "Doggy, we got a situation"
Heard these **** watching face, they mad, and they can’t take it
If she put her hands in these Amiris, hella blue faces
Free them demons out the can, ain’t comin' home, some done blew cases
I was born with finesse, (finesse) watch me ball and collect (collect)
I done got me a check, ain’t no rookie a vet (a vet)
Fucked his bitch now he vexed, cuz these diamonds is wet
I don't talk on the net, walk the .40 my pet
Controlling the streets no remote, it’s heavy this 40 I tote
First class won’t catch me in coach, spent ya stash only on a coat
Got bands they already know my mans got shooters on go Coolie jawn she liking the flow, got disciples they call me the Pope (are you dumb?)
Baby come fuck wit a Bentley (wit a bentley)
We smacked now I’m up in her belly, was geeked off the perky and Jenny
Cross em up hit him wit the jelly, in the field I feel like I’m Melly Bentley the gang it’s in order, I smoke the Runtz by the quarter Gang, I got the juice the sauce they need it
Always approve, these pieces reading
Duffing the reggie it started bleeding
Polo like Kel and I’m like Kenan, we be in foreigns shits be speeding, shots to his face cuz he was preein'
Talking hot them shells gon pick em, woo that’s my number one victim
Getting them works and she kick 'em, sending them shots right at
He know his name, if the body would drop I’m the one they would blame
Bullets like showers I’m heavy on rain no gta baby this ain’t a game
Beefing with me, it’s like smoking on flocka, Free my dawg P man he really a shotta
He won’t resist if he see him an oppa, bad yellow jawn and she callin me papa
Heard he was telling, he turn to a coppa, it got a beam yea this Ruger would spot ya
Black Mexican man, they callin me plugga, bag is extended that’s word to my mother
Hit from the back I do not wanna cuddle, hit it then skrtted, you smelling the rubber
I think I nutted all over her covers, telling the stories I laughed with my brothers
Back to the bread the waves we on them, watching my pockets fuck it we on em
These hollows would hit him You know he a goner cash out the breesh early flight in the morning
Brodie called me like "Doggy, we got a situation"
Heard these **** watching face, they mad, and they can’t take it
If she put her hands in these Amiris, hella blue faces
Free them demons out the can, ain’t comin' home, some done blew cases
I was born with finesse, watch me ball and collect
I done got me a check, ain’t no rookie a vet
Fucked his bitch now he vexed, cuz these diamonds is wet
I don't talk on the net, walk the .40 my pet (gang)
Written by: Supa Gates
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