Gucci Mane

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Veyster

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Ayy, ayy Niggas weird like bitch, come here
Feel like Gucci Mane, put some solitares, bet
Veyster, yeah, yes, in the stu with my Guys
Look, niggas weird like bitch, come here
Feel like Gucci Mane, put some solitaries in my ear
Got ten pounds in the room, nigga, I can't even hear
Yeah, this weed so loud, the neighbors tryna interfere
Ten pairs of Balenci's, I just call them souvenirs
Nigga, you a crash dummy, basically a volunteer
Wanna throw your life away, I can make you disappear
Ballin' hard like LeBron when he was on the Cavaliers
Nigga ain't got shit to his name, he a lame
You hang around a snitch, y'all might as well be the same
It's not one bitch for me, not a bitch that I claim
I can buy the whole store, it's not shit but a game
No control for the ski, RR for the hoodie
Gotta show me 20 bands if you ever tryna book me
I'm a three-time champion, niggas little, y'all some rookies
Yeah, I got connects, I can get it in Missouri
I'm Kingpin, nigga, get it in a hundred way
Me and Doccy up now, we just did a hundred plays
Nigga, check my SoundCloud, chillin' at a hundred K
I just seen ten bands, you steady waitin' on the raise
Put some respect on my name, hardest nigga in my city
I just let the nigga run, bro hit him, like Ricky
I ain't writin' shit down, I just say it when it hit me
Red nose, you a clown, and a mouse like Mickey
Big leagues, no biggie, white bitches, pink Whitney
Ballin' hard, come pick me, no cap, no fitted
I went to do a show, spent the hour takin' pictures
Bitch, go ahead and leave, it won't make me no difference
Paint a nigga's shirt red for the blues, I'm set trippin
A nigga almost crashed out, I passed out in the kitchen
They talk to me like, Vey, don't forget me when you winning
If I was down bad, could I rely on you to get me
No, I can't, niggas fake that, vey, nigga, can't relate
I owe it all to Dame, he put food on my plate
I owe it all to Ant, he kept it real every day
I owe it all up to my pops, he watchin' from the heaven gates
I owe it all to the gang, NBG, that's what I claim
Never leave my brothers, got it tatted, f*ck the pain
Yeah, I rock TPF, but I can count one lane
Nigga went from dick-suckin' straight to hatin, same day
Finna go hit up my jeweler, I been lookin' at a pendat
Put ten figures on the table, or I'm stayin' independent
I'm the type to get ten bands, take it straight up to my dentist
You the type to get a band, go to one place and spend it
Had to leave Shawnee Mission, I was always on suspension
Askin' all them questions, you was raisin' my suspicions
I'm really talkin' shit, all you gotta do is listen
They shoulda put me in my yearbook at school as the richest
Shoulda put me in my yearbook at school as the richest
I ain't trippin' off the bitch, keep it real, come and get her
But she ain't goin' for you, she for the gang, go figure
I'm lookin' at the bigger picture, tryna take care of my sister
Tryna take care of my bitch, but it's hard to stay committed
Ever since I got this clout, man, this shit been real different
Bitches comin' up to me, they be askin' for a picture
I just painted shorty face, you on the gram, givin' kisses
Ayy, I just painted shorty face, you on the gram, givin' kisses
Why you spittin' on the wood? All you gotta do is lick it
I ain't switchin' on my niggas, they been there since the trenches
Said, goodbye to hoopin' nigga, this just the beginning
I can't f*ck that bitch again, she want my dick, I can't spend it, nigga
Veyster

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