Veeze Flow ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Nigga, I wasn't rich,got off my ass and went and got that shit

Ffft ffft ffft With Dracos, bro, forgot da stick Runnin with them cannons, my young Bull

never watch no Knick, Hounding on that road so one day we can be

out this shit, They tried to bury me, hold on

Hold on, nigga, They tried to bury me, I hit from deep, Stojaković

Lil' boy not dumping, he just kept cap around that shit

Fall down, get back up, that's the lesson I can give

Gotta put that munyun first Baselinin to Suzie still

Gave her something she can feel Back to back just like a reel

Jeeper creeper stand still, shop how you can get a deal

Tearing down blocks, point shaving, that's my favorite thing

Came out the Rex , it's like butter, yeah, they like the cream

I can't say I love it, it's the game, I just like the green

Speaking down on, bro, ffft fffft we just switched the scene

I'm pulling enough nacho cheese out, then that's not to ho

You can tell I grit smoove then a bitch, by how Much drank I po

Throw that work out, & they come back with pape like a yo-yo

I'm the one who woulda be serving white heads back in Jim Crow

Me & bro tossin racks back & forth to each other, that's a give and go

Grrgrrndhb just called me, tryna geek up, say they need some snow

Dumpin that shit in Springfield , ask yo head, I got that homer dope,

She sick and need that bow wow to heal I got that antidote

Not too much movement around my cup, cause if it spill, it's gon' take my soul

When I made my first sell in the trap, that shit just took control

Pass that double cup so I can sip til my head nod to the floor

I'm bullshittin, But spill a drop, & you gon' see a n***a running out of jokes

Bet not even look like you on shit, I be with slimy folks

Coughing off of what's-a-name, but blood was the only thing he choked

I ain't never ran from no smoke, I'll drop my lo

Long as I got chopp like Bagg, I don't care where I go

I'm CEO, and in the hood, I'm treated like the Pope

I'm such a finesser, I had drop, and I still gave him soap

I'm so fly in these Christian Lou's that I don't walk I float

He kingpin on the net, but he can't even buy blunt from the sto

I Must know A grower, cause it's like this Za, came off a tree

I was doggin hoes, way back when, Snoop was Snoop, D-O-double-G

What you do when you got a bad batch, you make em believe

She hoping to condom rip every time we fuck, damn, I feel like Veeze

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