Veeze L.o.a.t (lamest Of All Time)
[Verse]
Went to the club to get some food, blew like ten bands (Like ten)
It ain't that hard to choose a side, I ain't y'all niggas friends (Gang, gang)
I quit drank like every day, tomorrow, I'ma try again
I showed her the racks, but, that was just bait, look at how I'm reelin' her in (I keep that)
Get on a headstand for money, dance, open your legs (Pop that shit)
Last eighty bands, KAPITAL pants, I had to wiggle it in
Servin' these bags, who is your mans, you know I'm thuggin the path
Spin his block, I'm on a van though, he shittin' his pants
I'm 'bout to throw a temper tantrum, you know I'm spoiled as hell
I'm 'bout to go no baby bottle, I'ma just pour it right in
I'm tryna make her cut me off, told her I'm broke as hеll
I like the bitches that catеr to me, shit, like Kelly, Michelle
Sippin' codeine, bloody stains, we mobbin' now
And my prices lower than all y'all, I'm comp with Walmart
Never catch, nigga wanna step like police do, they layin' the law down
Check the lights off with my chain out, like Iron Man in the house
Soon as I found out money never sleep, I'm takin' my bed out the house
I got two big bitches wrestling me, it's WWF in the house
I had to tell that lil bitch, "Suck it, suck it", I went DX on a hoe
You can go shop inside my closet, nigga, it's better than Neiman's store, nigga
Once you go get you a bankroll, it's better than f..ckin' a hoe, yeah
Buddy the lamest of all time, I'm callin' that nigga the L.O.A.T
You better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your hoe
I'm rockin' some runway clothes in the trenches, look like I don't even belong
This year, I ain't gon' be in the store, lil nigga, you cheap and broke
Your bitch a lil freak and her throat, it's platinum, a million sold
My stash keep havin' these growth spurts, it's startin' to make me feel old
My heart may never get warm again, it dropped to zero below
I'm f..ckin' that bitch from the back in the shower, look like she droppin' the soap
I pour up the drank with the floor seats and scream out a play to the coach
These niggas ain't know I'm a boss for real, they see me, stop playin' they song
We walk in the club with a gun store, your hip got patted on, nigga
The bitch below my standards, she gotta give lil twin some head
Course she f..cked my gang, nigga, we all can pay the rent
I just got back from space, girl, stop askin' me where I been
Lil brodie came through with a broomstick, that nigga the Wicked Witch
You know I'm the one you style from, I'm really the favorite twin
I have her a hoodie, it's one of one, I'm lettin' you know that I hit
I'm drivin' a car, it's a million bucks, now twelve been on me for ten
This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm f..ckin' her friend, nigga
Better go get you a bankroll, better than f..ckin' a hoe
These niggas lamest of all time, makin' them niggas the L.O.A.T
You better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your hoe
This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm f..ckin' her friend
[Outro]
Can I live?
