Gallery Dept (feat. Veeze)
Somebody text Trent, "Hit the gallery"
Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me
And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me
50 on my neck, 50 on my wrist
I'm roundin' off, it's really 96, you little petty bitch
Man, that nigga face cappin', he ain't really from The Six
I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of shh
Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix
I don't really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith
Call my nigga Pucci, I'ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right, they can't tell me shit, ayy
Unfuckwitable, babygirl a cannibal
I be with the runtz gang, gave your bitch an edible (runtz gang)
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot (yeah)
Me and Skeddy turned the white into the dopehouse (yeah)
Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat 'bout (yeah)
Breakin' down the bag, I'm at lil'- house
When I go on tour, I'm bringin' lil' bro out
Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin' both routes
Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town
Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it's Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny
She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, "Record me"
Hell-yeah, I did it, made a sextape
OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake
Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
My bitch don't never buy no sneakers when she shoppin'
Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas don't care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat
I don't even want the 30, give me the standard, I can't hide that
Oh, you wan' duck and hide? I'ma send them boys to where your mom at
I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc', I still ain't high yet
Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don't play with niggas, nigga, I don't pay for bitches
Nigga, I don't hang with snitches, I'm part of the Navy, nigga
My brother crazy, I tell him to, he'll kill your babysitter
I was flat broke, Ray was with me, you play with him, you can't keep livin'
My cup too damn expensive, you spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference
Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches
Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me
And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me
50 on my neck, 50 on my wrist
I'm roundin' off, it's really 96, you little petty bitch
Man, that nigga face cappin', he ain't really from The Six
I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of shh
Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix
I don't really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith
Call my nigga Pucci, I'ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right, they can't tell me shit, ayy
Unfuckwitable, babygirl a cannibal
I be with the runtz gang, gave your bitch an edible (runtz gang)
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot (yeah)
Me and Skeddy turned the white into the dopehouse (yeah)
Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat 'bout (yeah)
Breakin' down the bag, I'm at lil'- house
When I go on tour, I'm bringin' lil' bro out
Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin' both routes
Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town
Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it's Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny
She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, "Record me"
Hell-yeah, I did it, made a sextape
OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake
Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
My bitch don't never buy no sneakers when she shoppin'
Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas don't care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat
I don't even want the 30, give me the standard, I can't hide that
Oh, you wan' duck and hide? I'ma send them boys to where your mom at
I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc', I still ain't high yet
Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don't play with niggas, nigga, I don't pay for bitches
Nigga, I don't hang with snitches, I'm part of the Navy, nigga
My brother crazy, I tell him to, he'll kill your babysitter
I was flat broke, Ray was with me, you play with him, you can't keep livin'
My cup too damn expensive, you spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference
Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Marcellus Rayvon Register
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