Over With
Yeah
I'm the type that if you tryna book me, 30 for the show
You the type be claiming that it's pressure
but won't drop your lo
You claiming that it's beef but I ain't know
you better make it known
I keep this G-Lock everywhere I go
Luh Vell he'll crash about me, yea my cousin stay on go
Don't run your mouth about me hoe don't give a fuck about what you know
I got some shit that split ya wig, man I'm talking about take off your fro
Eenie meenie miney mo, can't seem to pick a thot
I can't even move around with bails the city getting hot
Lil bitch you ain't my girlfriend get the fuck up out my spot
And you know I'm from the lou for real you know I'm buccin knots
I think I'm geekin twin I think that nigga claim that he a killer
I went to middle school with that nigga he just doing that shit for Trillers
My niggas got banana clips I swear to God they go gorilla
and I ain't never been to Florida but just like Kodak i'm bout my skrilla
I'm the type of nigga get a pack and flip it for some more
I'm too P for shit no I ain't tender bout no bitch can't trust a hoe
Man this pack strong, you smell that shit as soon as I walk through the door
You claim you standing on business if you is then put it on the floor
I'm in love with blues but I ain't never throwing C's
I'm like 20 it's some change to me you'd think my name was Veeze
This new whip I swear it's push to start no it don't need no keys
She asked what your favorite thing about me love you on your knees
My cousin got sent to feds, I need to send that boy a kite
He made a post at 8pm, we gone be at his crib tonight
That bitch she said she wanna come see me so I put her on a flight
But this glock it got a switch so I ain't got no need to fight
Every nigga claim they real if you let them niggas tell it
I get packs in through the mail so you know I had to sell it
And I'm balling like JT and i'm real lucky like a Celtic
All I really know is pop my shit, no I can't even help it
You see the engine, lets go rev the motor
My lil patna throwed as hell, he sliding in a old Toyota
We know you a rat, you signed them papers all up in them folders
It's my turn, I gave y'all boys y'all chance boy this shit really over
I'm the type that if you tryna book me, 30 for the show
You the type be claiming that it's pressure
but won't drop your lo
You claiming that it's beef but I ain't know
you better make it known
I keep this G-Lock everywhere I go
Luh Vell he'll crash about me, yea my cousin stay on go
Don't run your mouth about me hoe don't give a fuck about what you know
I got some shit that split ya wig, man I'm talking about take off your fro
Eenie meenie miney mo, can't seem to pick a thot
I can't even move around with bails the city getting hot
Lil bitch you ain't my girlfriend get the fuck up out my spot
And you know I'm from the lou for real you know I'm buccin knots
I think I'm geekin twin I think that nigga claim that he a killer
I went to middle school with that nigga he just doing that shit for Trillers
My niggas got banana clips I swear to God they go gorilla
and I ain't never been to Florida but just like Kodak i'm bout my skrilla
I'm the type of nigga get a pack and flip it for some more
I'm too P for shit no I ain't tender bout no bitch can't trust a hoe
Man this pack strong, you smell that shit as soon as I walk through the door
You claim you standing on business if you is then put it on the floor
I'm in love with blues but I ain't never throwing C's
I'm like 20 it's some change to me you'd think my name was Veeze
This new whip I swear it's push to start no it don't need no keys
She asked what your favorite thing about me love you on your knees
My cousin got sent to feds, I need to send that boy a kite
He made a post at 8pm, we gone be at his crib tonight
That bitch she said she wanna come see me so I put her on a flight
But this glock it got a switch so I ain't got no need to fight
Every nigga claim they real if you let them niggas tell it
I get packs in through the mail so you know I had to sell it
And I'm balling like JT and i'm real lucky like a Celtic
All I really know is pop my shit, no I can't even help it
You see the engine, lets go rev the motor
My lil patna throwed as hell, he sliding in a old Toyota
We know you a rat, you signed them papers all up in them folders
It's my turn, I gave y'all boys y'all chance boy this shit really over
Credits
Writer(s): Jamir Madison
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